First love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and gratified. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sket...
I’ve come to ask how you do it. How you feel what I know you’re feeling and then walk away like that.
I miss you Emma. I'm not sure, but it looks like her eyes tear up. I was fine for months without you, she says, the words hushed and forlorn. Why does it hurt now? I'm sighing and shoving a hand throu...
You said you have faith in us. You told me to come to you when I was ready to be fearless. The truth is, I don’t know if I can be fearless. I’ve lost myself, Reid, and I’m still so scared.But I’m read...
My last coherent thought, as Lucas took his time kissing and touching every part of me he could reach and my body arched into his, was: oh... so this is what all the fuss is about.
They say the brain can block painful memories, leaving gaps and voids in place of them, but it didn’t work like that for me. I remembered everything.
I fight the urge to enjoy anything too much in front of him, actually, and now that I’m aware of that fact, my brain gets hung up on why that is.
I’ve been thinking about that proof I spoke of last time – that you’re where you’re supposed to be. And it occurred to me, can you prove you’d be better off somewhere else? If you’d have left the stat...
The night we met –’ ‘I’m not like that guy.
It looked like a love poem, and I was jealous of whoever inspired the sort of devotion he must have felt to make those words so permanent
No importaba lo que le sucedía a alguna persona individual, la vida pasaba en otros lugares. La primera vez que Kennedy me besó, estaba a la razón de que al mismo tiempo, otras personas se separaban....
Inside, I stop and stand motionless in the centre of the glass and chrome atrium of my manager’s building. As I stare at the photo on my display, I realize one thing. This wasn’t real. He wasn’t real....
The world an author creates and the characters that inhabit it may come from her imagination alone, but few authors can wrestle the story that emerges into shape without help.
Let me tell you girls a story, short and sweet. In high school, I was a junior varsity cheerleader dating a senior who was up for football scholarships. I'd slept with him several times willingly. One...
Thus began the weeks of what we termed being reckless - and I worry from that viewpoint, at least, that word defines our entire relationship. Reid lives his life in a reckless way, and ever since his...
There's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know; I used to be one
I was like water trying to choose a suitable form—ice or vapor.
I try to be rational and suppress the hope that this is for real, but hope has a way of closing its eyes to reason and it just keeps growing.
When your parents tell you someone has gone to heaven, that person is never, ever coming back.
Who gives a shit what everyone thinks? he said. I see now that this has long been some sort of mantra for him. I've never been that free. I want to be, and sometimes I pretend to be, but I’m not. I’m...
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