It's the imperfections that make things beautiful
Jenny Han
Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?
life inspirational friends
Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.
romance
awesome
That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.
relationships lovers dependability
Sometimes it hurts to look at you, I said. I loved that I could say that and he knew exactly what I meant.
understanding
I decided Conrad was right after all. Ilsa was meant to be with Laszlo. That was the way it was always supposed to end. Rick was nothing but a tiny piece of her past, a piece that she would always treasure, but that was all, because history is just that. History.
It's a known fact, that in life, you can't have everyhing. In my heart, I knew that I loved them both as much as it is possible to love two people at the same time. Conrad and I were linked, we would always be linked. That wasn't something I could do away with. And I know that now--that love isn't something you can erase--no matter how hard you try.
When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.
funny humor truth
I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.
regret
When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh. The biggest Slurpee you can find, half cherry half Coke. Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally, dace breaks. Lots of dance breaks.
dance studying
When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.
jealousy brothers
Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought, Come back. Be the you I love and remember
summer young-love
There have been other girls. But they weren't her.
summer
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