Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
If you simply ignored the feeling, you would never know what might happen, and in many ways that was worse than finding out in the first place. Because if you were wrong, you could go forward in your life without ever looking back over your shoulder and wondering what might have been.
As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.
...maybe it's only fitting that relationship that started with a lie would end with one.
I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
I might appear confident and chatty, but I spend most of my time laughing at jokes I don't find funny, saying things I don't really mean - because at the end of the day that's what we're all trying to do: fit in, one way or another, desperately trying to pretend we're all the same.
The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.
I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.
Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.
Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.
As a girl, she had come to believe in the ideal man -- the prince or knight of her childhood stories. In the real world, however, men like that simply didn't exist.
nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
