After

Just because he can't love you the way you want him to doesn't mean he does't love you with everything he has.' Liam says.

I can't help but think of the phrase '' sometimes it is better to be kept in the dark than be blinded by the light.

I feel as though I am ice and he is fire. We are so completely different, yet the same.

My life before him was so simple and decided, now after him...It's just...After.

I am a moth to his flame, and he never hesitates to burn me.

Hardin is like a drug; each time I take the tiniest bit of him, I crave more and more. He consumes my thoughts and invades my dreams.

I know this happiness that I feel isn’t going to last, and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike and end my blissful night.

I think back to what Landon said about heartbreak, that if you don’t love the person, they can’t break your heart. Hardin repeatedly breaks my heart, even when I don’t think there are any more pieces to break. And I love him. I love Hardin.

You aren’t my type, just the way that I am not yours. But that’s why we are good for each other—we are so different, yet we’re the same. You told me once that I bring out the worst in you. Well, you bring out the best in me. I know you feel it, too, Tessa. And yes, I didn’t date, until you. You make me want to date, you make me want to be better. I want you to think I am worthy of you; I want you to want me the way I do you. I want to fight with you, even scream at each other until one of us admits we are wrong. I want to make you laugh, and listen to you ramble about classic novels. I just . . . I need you. I know I am cruel at times . . . well, all the time, but that’s only because I don’t know how else to be.” His voice becomes a half whisper, his eyes wild. “This has been me for so long, I have never wanted to be any other way. Until now, until you.” - Hardin

My thoughts are all over the place as I fall asleep, and images of clouded roses and angry green eyes flow through my dreams.

You took something from me that wasn't yours, Hardin. That was meant for someone who loved me, loved me truthfully. It was his, whoever he is, and you took that...

Well, we’ll only sacrifice a few cats, burn down only a few buildings . . .

I bring out the worst in you and you bring out the best in me.

I’m getting sleepy,” I say with a yawn. “They both die; you’re not missing much.” I nudge him with my elbow. “You have issues.” “And you’re adorable when you’re sleepy.” He closes my laptop and pulls me up to the top of the bed with him. “And you’re uncharacteristically nice when I’m sleepy,” I say. “No, I’m nice because I love you,” he whispers and I swoon. “Sleep, beautiful.

Well, you have the luxury of looking beautiful regardless of what you wear.” “That is not true; you definitely pull off that ‘I don’t give a crap how I look but I look flawless’ look.” He gives me a cocky smirk and leans back in his chair. “I do, don’t I?

I know you are new at this dating thing, but people don’t usually insult their girlfriend and ask them to move in with them in the same sentence,” I inform him, chewing my bottom lip to suppress my smile. “Well, sometimes the said girlfriend needs to lighten up.” He grins. Even drunk, he’s charming as hell. “Well, then said boyfriend needs to stop being a jerk,” I say to retaliate. He laughs and moves from the chair over to my bed. “I am trying not to be a jerk, I really am. Sometimes I can’t help it.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m really, really good at it!

- Are you mine? - Yes, always. I don't have a choice. I haven't since the day I met you.

Il me fait passé du rire aux larmes, hurler de rire et de colère mais, plus que tout, il me fait me sentir vivante.

I love you too.” “Don’t say too, it sounds like you’re just agreeing with me.

A veces uno cree que conoce a las personas, pero no es así