Lucas: I wanted to talk to you after class, but you disappeared. Me: I have another class right after. One of those profs who stops talking, stares at you and waits until you get to your seat if you're late. Lucas: I would probably just walk to my seat even slower. ; )
I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.?
I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.
That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?
Love is not the absence of logicbut logic examined and recalculatedheated and curved to fitinside the contours of the heart
I was so afraid of wanting too much that I couldn't trust her handing me a shot at getting it. I don't want to be that senselessly fearful ever again.
It isn't fair how I doubt him, and I wonder if he'll ever gather that my loss of faith extends further than I'd ever known it would, severing lines of trust and leveling my confidence like a city-flattening tornado.
Not stupid. Overly trusting, maybe, but that reflects on his lack of trustworthiness, not on your intelligence.
Elegir estar contigo no es una difícil decisión Jacqueline.. Es fácil, increíblemente fácil.
There are a million ways to lose someone you love.
The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.
Oh No! My wings are effed up!
But girls willing to share your bed don't equal girls willing to put up with your random crap moods, listen to your exhaustive legal opinions, or support your life's goals the way someone who loves you would.
I was holding the door for several girls in front of you, and I waited for you to catch up. When you reached me, you looked pleased, and a little surprised. Unlike the others, you didn't expect the door to be held for you by some random guy. You smiled up at me and said, 'Thank you.
She shuddered. What is it with slobbery kissers? Are they trying to drown us in spit? I mean, Jesus, swallow every now and then.