new-adult-fiction

Soon it will all be a memory and memories decay and deform over time.

I hated goodbyes. It felt like I had to give so many of them away lately.

We were both filled with the enthusiasm that comes from being with someone you automatically click with.

That small exposure to a few measures of song threw my world of its axis. It punctured a tiny window that gave me a peek at feelings, emotions, and thoughts I never knew existed. Knowing there was more to my life I wasn't getting at this moment made me feel like a drug addict forced into rehab.

To me, guitar notes are the most beautiful sounds in the world.

I had no idea what the lyrics were in the song, but his voice wrapped around my head, weaving through my hair, and whispered into my ears that made me drunk with a feeling I never felt before.

There are some things that are never meant to be said aloud.

That mountain of courage I had been building inside me for the past several months began crumbling, tumbling down, and gaining speed like an avalanche.

Songwriting was their way to converse with the universe.

If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.

Just your being here justifies that what I feel for you is strong enough to endure anything.

Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.

The dining hall in our section of campus was like something out of an Ayn Rand novel: big, utilitarian, and impersonal.

He made me feel wanted - good about myself, even. Like he immediately accepted me for me, no questions asked.

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything.

What is it about guys named Adam?

I always fantasized about having a girl stand on my bar like in that movie Coyote Ugly, but I never thought it would happen.

I'd love to wake up next to you in this room, in this bed, every day.