To me, there are few things sadder than girls who get irrationally angry and jealous when their boyfriend goes out with his guy friends, or insists on joining them and awkwardly chaperoning it.
It will probably happen somewhere between 6th and 9th grade, and you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.
If it comes too easily, or feels too natural, you’re automatically suspicious of it.
Wanting someone you can’t have is one of the most painful things you can experience, in an almost physical way.
He’ll be good-looking, but not unreasonably so. He’ll be successful, but not so much that it is out of your realm of possibility.
It’s such a simple phrase, and yet it means so much.
I believe in public displays of affection that never feel public, because we don’t even notice anyone’s around us.
If they’re comfortable, and I know they will be, I will slowly start to steal your clothes and integrate them quietly into my wardrobe.
Pretty much everyone you meet — even random people on the street — make comments on your height difference. You hear “Wow, he’s really tall!” or “Do you even go up to his belly button?” about once a day.
What is the word for missing someone, for knowing there is something missing from you because they are not there, when you have never had them to begin with? Does that word exist?