The worst part of being okay is that okay is far from happy.
I feel as though I am ice and he is fire.We are so completely different, yet thesame.
Hardin is like a drug; each time I take the tiniest bit of him, I crave more and more. He consumes my thoughts and invades my dreams.
My life before him was so simple and decided, now after him…It’s just…After.
I think back to what Landon said about heartbreak, that if you don’t love the person, they can’t break your heart. Hardin repeatedly breaks my heart, even when I don’t think there are any more pieces to break.And I love him. I love Hardin.
Whatever the hell our souls are made of, they are the same.
Her laugh, her laugh was the sound that brought him out of the darkness and into the light. Her laugh dragged him, by his damn collar, through the bullshit clouding his mind and infecting his thoughts.
It was the way she looked at me the whole time. That look said more than she ever could and, in turn, scared me more than her words alone ever could.
Sometimes you just have to choose to let things go, to move on.
Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?
Far from a normal-functioning relationship, but normal has never been our thing.
No tears come, only memories. Memories and regrets.
No teas come, only memories. Memories and regrets.
I bring out the worst in you and you bring out the best in me.