Maybe Not

The only difference between falling in love and being in love is that your heart already knows how you feel, but your mind is too stubborn to admit it.

It’s hard to fall in love with assholes, Warren.”.. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right asshole yet.

I think it takes being loved in order to know how to love,

I don't want you to change, Bridgette. I'm not in love with who you could be, or who you used to be, or who the world says you should be. I'm in love with you. Right now. Just like this.

She's nothing I've ever wanted in a girl. And absolutely everything I need.

You did smile, Bridgette, and you need to own it, because it was fucking beautiful.

I need her to admit that there’s an actual heart inside her chest. And that sometimes it beats for me.

Im convinced that hell has an intercom system and the buzz of my alarm clock is played at full volume on repeat against the screams of all the lost souls.

I can’t believe I’m falling in love with such a stupid, stupid asshole.

She slams the door shut without saying please or thank you or goodbye. And even though she’s the most inconsiderate person I’ve ever met in real life, I can’t stop smiling. I think we may have just bonded.

because I think I might want to kiss her. And touch her. A lot. Like, everywhere.

Just say it,” I beg. I need her to say it out loud. All I need is for her to admit she brought him here because she was hurt and scared. I need her to admit that there’s an actual heart inside her chest. And that sometimes it beats for me

She’s so confusing. She’s so frustrating. She’s so damn unpredictable. She’s nothing I’ve ever wanted in a girl. And absolutely everything I need.

I know. A bitch who finally met the right asshole.

Stop telling yourself you that you aren't lovable because it's pissing me off. I don't care if you aren't ready to admit how you really feel about me yet, but don't you dare dismiss how I feel about you. Because I love you.

I press my lips to hers with such delicacy; I want her to feel everything she’s ever deserved to feel at the hands of someone else. She deserves to feel beautiful. She deserves to feel important. She deserves to feel cared for. She deserves to feel respected. She deserves to feel like there’s at least one other person in this world who accepts her for exactly who she is.

Maybe. I don’t know. It was an accident.

My roommate’s a fruit loop dingus.

I can't believe I'm falling in love with such a stupid, stupid asshole.

You have to be honest with me, because I think you might be in love with her and I need you to tell me you’re not, because I think I might want to kiss her. And touch her. A lot. Like, everywhere.

Oh, my God! Warren, he said my name!

If you have sex with me, Bridgette, you’re the one in danger of becoming clingy. You’ll want so much more of me, I won’t be able to tell the difference between you and Saran Wrap.

You probably fuck like a limp noodle.” -Bridgette “I fuck like I’m Thor.” -Warren

Bridgette instinctively holds out her hands and my sister shoves Conner at her. Bridgette’s arms are outstretched, as far from her body as she can get them. She’s holding Conner under his armpits, staring at me wide-eyed. “What do I do with it?” she whispers. Her eyes are filled with terror.

I don’t want you to change, Bridgette. I’m not in love with who you could be, or who you used to be, or who the world says you should be. I’m in love with you. Right now. Just like this.

I’m not in love with Bridgette,” he says calmly. “She’s my sister.

I press my lips to hers with such delicacy; I want her to feel everything she’s ever deserved to feel at the hands of someone else. She deserves to feel beautiful. She deserves to feel important. She deserves to feel cared for. She deserves to feel respected. She deserves to feel like there’s at least one other person in this world who accepts her for exactly who she is. She deserves to know how I feel, because I feel all of those things. And maybe a little more.

Stop telling yourself that you aren't lovable because it's pissing me off. I don't care if you aren't ready to admit how you really feel about me yet, but don't you dare dismiss how I feel about you. Because I love you.