Written with You Quotes

“The only reason I hate you is because I can’t figure out how to fucking hate you at all.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“God, why does this hurt?”
“Because love is an impossible game. Especially when only one person knows the rules.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“I don't believe there is a reason for anything that happens. There are only actions, consequences and unorchestrated coincidence. But every now and then, after the pain and the heartache settle, beauty can be found in the consequences.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“I know you want to be strangers. But I want this. Right here. Me and you. Willow and Caven. Two fucked-up people trying to make sense of the world.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“It’s okay to live with regret, Caven. But it’s something totally different to live in regret.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“If I could wish anything, it would be that we were strangers so we could have something real that wasn’t tainted.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“Tonight, we are living in the seconds. And in this second … you are okay. We can fix the rest of it.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“Forgetting you has been an eighteen-year-long process I’ve never been able to master. I’ll remember you until the day I die. At this rate, it might even be what kills me.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“And no matter what happened to me from that day on, I would never forget the pure devastation on Caven’s face when he saw that picture for the very first time.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“I needed to know how much clothes to pack if I was going to temporarily move in as an emotional support dog. After reading this shit, I scheduled my U-Haul for tomorrow.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“He was a worrier and I had always provided him with more than enough product to feed his habit.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“Elephants were meant to live in the wild. Maybe we should let this one go.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You

“I want to hate you,” he hissed. “I want to stop thinking about you. I want to stop fucking staring at you for two goddamn nights every week.” His mouth hovered over mine, not touching. Nothing but an exchange of air as I panted, thick with desire. “I want to forget the way you felt. I want to forget the I way i felt. I want you not to have lied to me. And I want to stop feeling so fucking guilty because you had to.”
― Aly Martinez, Written with You