Ghosted Quotes

“Never make someone else the main character in your own story.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from it all, it’s that we have to be our own heroes. No guy in a costume is coming to save us. We have to save ourselves.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Worse is loving someone who disappears and never knowing if they’ll come back. Because how do you move on if you’re not even sure they’re gone? The answer is—you don’t. When you spend most of your life chasing ghosts, eventually, you become one.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“I wasn’t accusing you of cheating. I just wanted to know how long it took you to move on.”

“Oh, well, that’s an easy one,” he says. “It hasn’t happened.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“You’re the queen. I’m just a commoner.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“But I just need to tell you… I need you to know… that even when I was completely fucked up, I never once stopped loving you.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“To me, she was the center of the universe, the sunlight that burned so bright, but she writes herself in the shadows, secondary in her own life. Instead, she made me the hero, the center of this alternate universe she invented around her.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“That girl would’ve promised you forever. As long as you love her, for as long as you care, she’s yours. So walking to the park with you and climbing in that Porsche? Easiest decision she’s ever made.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“The two of us always seemed to be on the same page until the day we just weren’t anymore, and there was no way to get back to that place once we struggled so much to communicate. But for a time, we just… were. It’s the most comforting feeling in the world.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Maybe that’s why you love acting so much. Maybe you’re tired of being yourself.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“You're Superman, thinking Kryptonite makes you invincible." ”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“The notebook feels heavier than one ever should, but I know it’s not the paper weighing it down, but the memory of all those words. The notebook holds a piece of my heart, a piece of my soul, the piece I gave to him long ago”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“And you don’t know this, but that girl? The one left outside of that school alone? She’s sitting there writing about you. You have all the makings of a modern-day tragic hero, and she’s never felt so compelled to explore somebody’s story before…”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“I’ve missed the fuck out of her these past few years. I don’t deserve her time, not in the least, but I’m so desperate for some part of this woman back that I’ll steal every second that I can get.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“I met my match with you.”
“Match made in heaven.”
“Or hell. Depends on who you ask.”
“You,” he says. “I’m asking you.”
“I’d say a bit of both, then. We were fire and gasoline. We burned hot for a long time.”
“Past tense.”
“What?”
“You said that in the past tense.”
“Guess I’m used to talking about us that way.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“I don’t care what else you do in the future, even when you’re the biggest movie star in the world… the dead kid on Law & Order will always be my favorite part you’ve played.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Because every single night, you tell her you love her. She knows you care, and that was the only promise you ever made her.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“And chickens and the breads, too!”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“I didn’t say you weren’t fine. I said you looked lost, not that you didn’t know your way.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Your dream has become my nightmare, and I’m begging you to let me wake up.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“The fire? It still burns.
Something tells me it always will, no matter who tries to put it out.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“It’s been six years, Jonathan. Six years.”

“I know, but I just…”

“You just what? Assume I still love you?”

“Do you?”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Blah, blah, blah, we’re never going to agree but I respect your viewpoint even though I think you’re an idiot,”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Fine, but go put on some clothes,” she says. “This is an inn, Mr. Cunningham, not Chippendales. I won’t have you at my breakfast table looking like a gigolo.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Ten years ago, you ran away with me so I could follow my dream. It’s time you follow yours. Wherever it takes you, I’ll be there.
Happy Dreamiversary.
Jonathan”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“So much to say, but no words strong enough to clear the air between us.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“I know I was never enough for you, Jonathan, but I hope you find something that is.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“Jesus… is this about him? Hastings?”

“No, this is about you.” She points at me. “You and your innocent act… and your money, and your things. The words you say—the jokes, the laughs, the smiles you give her that she eats right up, and ugh, your face.”

“My face?”

“Your stupid fucking face,” she says, running her hands through her hair as she groans, those words startling me. Kennedy doesn’t curse. “Your face is everywhere. I’m sick of it!”

“You’re sick of my face.”

“Yes!”

“There’s not much I can do about that.”

“You can get out of my head,” she says. “Stop being there all the time!”

I laugh at that, because it’s so damn absurd, but that’s the wrong thing to do. Her eyes narrow as she stares me down, looking like she wants to hit me right now.

“I hate you,” she says, her voice shaking. “I’ve never hated someone as much as I hate you, Jonathan.”

Those words, they wake me right up. I’m no longer laughing. There’s nothing funny about it. I got under her skin, and with the two of us already on shaky ground, I know that’s dangerous.

She turns to leave, like she’s going to walk away, but I grab her arm to stop her. “Come on, don’t be like that…”

“Don’t touch me,” she says, ripping from my grasp.

I let go as I stand up, stepping toward her. “Just… wait a minute… talk to me.”

“There’s nothing left to say.”

“I’ll be goddamned.” I grab her arm again before she can walk out. “You can’t tell me you hate me and then leave. That’s bullshit. You bust up in here while I’m asleep to yell at me…”

“You deserve it!”

“Maybe so, but still…”

“Still nothing,” she says, turning to me again, getting right in my face. “I hate you. That’s it. There’s nothing else to say. I hate everything about you. Your voice, your face… I hate it. Why aren’t you going away?”

“Because I can’t,” I tell her, “and I’m pretty sure you don’t really want me to.”

She scoffs.

“You’re upset,” I say, “but you’re lying to yourself if you think you want me gone.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Leave.”

“No.”

“Go away.”

“I’m not.”

As soon as that last word leaves my lips, she’s on me, slamming into me, her lips pressing against mine. She’s kissing me, and I’m so fucking stunned that it takes me a moment to react, a moment to consider kissing her back. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck, clinging to me damn near aggressively as she kicks the door closed.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“You don’t know this, but that girl? She cries the entire way home from school. She isn’t crying because she got in trouble. It isn’t out of guilt or shame. Her tears have nothing to do with herself. She cries for you, because of the look she saw on your face when you walked away. There’s anger in your eyes again and tension in your jaw, and now she knows what that means.”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted

“That girl is crazy. She asked me to describe my cock. I laugh at that, despite everything else going on. What did you tell her? Seriously? What do you THINK I told her? I start to type ‘that she’s lost her mind’ when another text comes through. I told her it was the most beautiful nine inches in the fucking world, baby. ;)”
― J.M. Darhower, Ghosted