Crash

You can’t be friends with the person you were meant to spent your life with

I’ll be here, each day and every day on, as long as you want me to be

It’s not hard to recognise something special when life’s thrown a lotta shit your way

How does a guy like you promise someone forever at eighteen?” “Easy,” he said, pressing a soft kiss into the corner of my mouth. “He finds a girl like you.

You’ve got all my firsts,” he said. “All the ones that matter.

It always amazes me how when we’re sure we’ve lost something for good, it winds up finding us.

The name’s Jude Ryder, since I know you’re all but salivating like a rabid dog to know, and I don’t do girlfriends, relationships, flowers or regular phone calls. If that works for you, I think we could work out something special.

The thing was, if staying away from him made me unsmart, I never wanted to be smart again.

When you find someone you want to spend forever with you, you don't let them go, whether forever turns out to be a day or a year of fifty years. Don't let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.

Honey, a girl can’t keep a man like that as a friend. He’s a lover or an ex-lover, but never a friend. Men like that weren’t created to be a woman’s friend – they were created to make a woman hit high C three times in row.

This man was the pope, president, and god of dodging the topic. Too bad for him he was dealing with the queen, holy mother, and empress of seeing through a man’s stream of shit.

If I ever mess things up again, whether it’s a misunderstanding, or shit luck, or I just do what I was created to do and screw everything up,” he paused, exhaling, “I want you to promise me you’ll leave. Drop me like a bad habit and don’t look back because god knows, it can’t be me that walks away since I’m incapable of it.

It was silent, but a silent that was so loud I wanted to cover my ears.

I’m cancer, Luce. And not the kind that you can kill off with radiation. The kind that kills you in the end.

Rain. Jude. Me. Kissing Stick a fork in me because I was done.

Because I know I will never love anyone like I love you. That’s what will overcome the past every time it tries to rear its ugly head.” He stepped closer. “So it’s either you and me or me and me, Luce. And I don’t really like myself, so I hope you’ll pick the you and me option.

And I’m sorry I ruined everything we had before I could admit it to you. Before I could admit it to myself. You didn’t make me a better person, because no one can do that. You made me want to be a better person.

I’m his girlfriend?” It was meant to be a question to myself, but Taylor couldn’t let it go unanswered. “You’re the first,” she said, looking at me like I was a puzzle. “You lucky bitch.

Our reputations weren’t who we really were, they were who people told us we were. Some of us fell into that trap, while others fought their entire lives to break free of them. Jude was no more the bad boy with a dead end future than I was the skanky slut everyone said I was.

I don’t want a girl, or a woman, or a supermodel. I want you.

My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in “the talk,” that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else’s.

Black absorbs all color, accepts them, takes them into it and let them define it. Gray isn't anything but itself. It absorbs nothing but itself.

Caring for someone is scary, because you both know how it feels to lose someone in the span of a heartbeat.

Jude," I said, biting my lip. "I just can't. I can't do this." His expression darkened. "I know I don't deserve a second, or third, or whatever the hell this is chance, but you and I have something special, Luce, and you know it. Give me another chance, one more chance, and I'll walk a line so straight people will think I've been possessed." God I wanted to look away from those eyes, but I just couldn't. They were impossible to ignore. "One more chance. Not because I deserve it, but because we deserve one.

Still trying to save the world?” “Always,” I said, “and in case you haven’t noticed, it’s working. The world is still here.

You've got your arm on something of mine," Jude said, his eyes flashing when he looked at Sawyer.

I’d found boys were fairly simple creatures to figure out, at least on a primal level—on a mind, heart, and soul matter they were about as confounding to me as thermal dynamics—and since primal was just a nice term for raging hormones, I decided to use their overabundance of teenage boy ones to my advantage.

Is that one of your go to lines when a girl asks for something more than a twenty-four hour Jude furlough?" Tapping the back of the wall with his heel, he looked down the hall. "No, that's what I answer when a girl I'm falling hard for, the only girl I've fallen hard for, wants to be in a relationship with someone like me.

How about," he said, rendering me witless with the look in his eyes, "I'll be here, each day and every day on, as long as you want me to be?