The Redemption of Callie & Kayden

There is something about someone trusting you enough with their secrets that it makes it easier to trust them. It’s like they’re opening their heart and in return yours should open up to them, too.

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.

Maybe if I try hard enough, we'll fall into each other and become one single person and we can share our pain instead of carrying it by ourselves.

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

I'm just here,existing at the surface of the water,not quite drowning but not quite able to breathe.

Sometimes the best things are the ones that aren’t planned, the decisions made while living in the moment.

No, but I've never been one for wise ideas," he says. "I believe in irrational, fleeting decisions that keep life interesting. And life needs to be interesting because we've got only one of them to live.

People are running to and from class and I just want to yell, Slow down and wait for the world to catch up!

I wished for happiness in a world full of sorrow

I need to wake up and believe that everything is okay instead if hoping it will be. I want to be one of the lucky ones who has a good life." I nod I want that for her too. "you can still get that. just tell me what makes you happy." she looks at me tears streaming down her cheek "you

I believe in irrational, fleeting decisions that keep life interesting. And life needs to be interesting because we’ve got only one of them to live

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.

I think that sometimes people misinterpret understand and acceptance and make it into something that it isn't.

I can’t go back through time and change things, but I can move forward and create the life I want.

If I could wish for one thing, it would be that I could always feel this way, completely and blissfully consumed by someone else.

There's this connection, this understand that we are two people who have been fractured, not by ourselves but by someone else and we're doing everything we can to not shatter to pieces.

A veces las mejores cosas son las que no están previstas, las decisiones tomadas mientras vivimos el momento.

Kayden can’t love me because he doesn’t understand love. He understands pain and hurt and disappointment, but not love. I know right then that I can’t tell him how I’m feeling, but I can show him.

Sure, I trusted Kayden to see all of me, but I’m uncertain about the world, because it’s big and scary and always shifting. One minute it feels like home and the next, distant and unfamiliar.

Yes, I went through a lot of pain, heartache,breaking. But I'm here berthing and my heart is beating. I'm thriving. I'm not alone. And I'm loved.

She deserves better than the piece of shit I am.

Just tell me what you need to make you happy." "You.

Aprieto mis brazos a su alrededor, sellándonos juntos en todas las formas posibles. Tal vez si me esfuerzo lo suficiente, encajaremos el uno con el otro y nos convertiremos en una sola persona y podamos compartir nuestro dolor en lugar de llevarlo por nosotros mismos.

And life needs to be interesting because we've only got one of them to live.

I'd been holding the dress up to myself and gazing at my reflection in the store's mirror. "Seth, this is just a party. And it's definitely not a dress Cinderella would wear." "Then be Callierella," he said with a wink. "Or Calliepunzel and you can lock yourself in your bedroom until Kayden begs for you to let him in." I had snorted a laugh. "Are you drunk? I mean, I know you had a margarita at lunch, but it usually takes a lot more for you to get tipsy." "I'm not drunk," he said, snatching the dress from my hand. "I'm just trying to give you the fairy-tale you deserve." "Life isn't a fairy-tale," I replied. But in the end, I bought the dress, kind of wishing it was.

Yo estaba allí, existiendo en la superficie del agua, no ahogándome, pero sin ser capaz de respirar.