6 Times We Almost Kissed [and One Time We Did]

I'm sorry you had to put all your feelings to the side so you could help me." "I'm not," she says fiercely. "I can, in fact, be mad at you and help you at the same time. It's called being emotionally nuanced.

It means something when a girl who doesn’t let people even see her wounds inside lets you touch the scars on the outside.

Because she’s heartbroken and I’m angry at everyone but her, and we’ll forever be these two comets in the sky. The crash would be galaxy-changing, but we’re always going to miss each other in a mess of what-ifs.

I don’t know anything but her name right now. I can’t see anything but her.

is losing someone just a perpetually growing ball of grief? like snow rolling down a hill, growing larger until it swamps you? it's supposed to get better, not worse.

How can one person hold all of you in the palm of their hand and not know it?

Otherwise I think I might reach for her, to see if her hand remembers mine from last night—because mine does.

Being around you is like being dropped in a labyrinth with no guide, no string, and absolutely no sense of direction.

Kissing her is like waking up after a hundred years. It makes everything new. (I feel new everywhere she touches) Loving her isn't new. It's a permanent state I've grown used to. But being loved by her? It's like touching water for the first time. I just knew. (It was home)

That I just don't... I don't have it. That thing that makes people love you. I'm too much or too little, or something. I know I'm bossy and I can be annoying