Colleen Hoover

Bitch you.

Some of the things he__ said over the past few days are starting to make sense, and I begin to feel more and more like the people I despise. He told me outright that he would answer anything if I just asked, yet I chose to believe the rumours about him instead. No wonder he was so irritated with me. I was treating him just like everyone else treats me.

Lines are drawn, but then they fade. For her I bend, for you I break.

I don't want him to hurt like I'm hurting. I don't want him to miss me like I'll miss him. I don't want him to be falling for me like I've been falling for him.

Life can__ be divided into chapters...only minutes. The events of your life are all crammed together one minute right after the other without any time lapses or blank pages or chapter breaks because no matter what happens life just keeps going and moving forward and words keep flowing and truths keep spewing whether you like it or not and life never lets you pause and just catch your fucking breath.I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good, yet hurt so achingly bad.

Today is a really bad day, Syd. A really, really bad day. Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective

Don__, Mom._ I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. __o, no, no._ By the time I reach her, it__ too late. She__ bawling. If there__ one thing I can__ stand, it__ crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And it__ awkward.

I know it__ hard for you to allow yourself to feel this. You've gone so long training yourself to block the feelings and emotions out any time someone touches you.

This girl is the rest of my life.

I've never been so sure about the rest of my life than I am in this moment. This girl is the rest of my life.

Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.

people don't get to choose who they fell in love with. they only get to choose who they stay in love with..

I didn't fall in love with you tate, I flew..

i hate that its my favorite thing to watch her, because it shouldn't be. It triggers all these what-ifs in my head, and my mind begins imagining things it shouldn't be imagining...

His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.

and that's where love finds you... in the tragedies.

Her suspicion brings me a small sense of gratification. She thinks I'm lying about something. Now we're even.Lake