Sophie & Carter

Love. Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio. The real kind. The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres. The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish. The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing. The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed. The real kind of love. It's rare and we have it..

He's not the most popular guy in school. He's not the hottest guy to ever live. But to me, he's everything.

If you're referring to yourself as a 'grown-up', then you're still totally a kid. 'Grown ups' call themselves adults

But there are some kinds of love that you can’t lose, no matter how hard you try. So there’s no need for him to be afraid.

Life is what we make it.

They’re not really homes. More like houses where we sleep. Where we eat—if we’re lucky. Where we cry and fight. Where we bleed and break. Where we cower and scream. Where we give up. Where we sigh. Where we barely survive.

Yeah, we won't have much as we start this new life. But we'll have us. We'll have love. We'll have family..... Carter Jax has already made all my dreams come true. And it's only the beginning." ~Sophie

I’m somewhat disgusted at myself for thinking such dramatic, girlie thoughts. But I can’t help myself. He rocks my world. You know how parents always say things like, “If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you jump too?” Well, if Carter jumped off a cliff, I wouldn’t just jump off after him. I’d throw myself over the ledge and dive toward the earth below so I could catch up with him and hold his hand while we plummeted to our deaths. Yeah. I’m that much of a sicko.

I never...." she says between kisses, "got to kiss your hurt away..." Another kiss. "when we were little..." her lips move to my forehead. "and I always wanted to." ~ Sophie

Why did you date all of those girls?” “Sometimes, you’re just looking for something that’s right.” Oh, it was a line. It was so a line. But it was a good line.

Amor. No del tipo que ves en las películas o escuchas en la radio. Del tipo real. Del tipo que te derriba y te desangra, pero a pesar de todo persevera. Del tipo que tiene esperanza aun cuando la esperanza parece una tontería. Del tipo que perdona. Del tipo que cree en la curación. Del tipo que te puedes sentar en silencio y sentirte renovado. El tipo de amor real.

She just keeps kissing my scars. Every scar. She knows about them all. She watched them all appear and heal. Sophie's lips against me make every punch, every kick, every wound, every scar worth it.

I get up and decide to sneak out of my house and tiptoe up to his window. I've seen this done on TV so I'm sure it's easy.

El hace que mi corazón deje de latir, me hace respirar superficialmente, hace que me den ganas de cantar. Lo sé. Super cursi ¿Cierto?. Pero, Agh, es verdad.

Nunca he estado en el océano, mucho menos lo he respirado, pero en mi mente, el océano huele como Carter. Por lo tanto, amo el océano.

We sit in silence for a minute. Thinking about the freedom we don't have and the future we can't control.

His voice is so low I can feel it brushing my waist.