That’s the thing about distance: It either gives you time to move on form someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.
You’ve got nothing to be worried about,” he whispers slowly, his breath hot against my cheek, “because, baby, I’m all yours.
Is there a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone?
It’s gonna take me a lot longer than a year without you to get over you.
I need you because I’m in love with you, Eden, and I have no idea how I’ll ever get over you.
That’s the thing about distance: It either gives you time to move on from someone, or it makes you realize just how much you need them.
It was supposed to be us against the world, Tyler and me versus everyone else. Now it’s just me.
We promised we’d all stay in touch. Even joked about a yearly reunion. These kinds of goodbyes are the scary goodbyes. The goodbyes where you know the chances of seeing each other again are very slim.
I think parks like these are the best places to people-watch. The diversity of people here is really cool and, again I find myself wondering what they’re doing and why they’re here and who they’re with. I’m far too curious for my own good.
That’s something I’ve always fond odd, people smile when they’re sad. There’s no such thing as a sad smile.