Charlotte Green

She has high expectations for you, because she has them for herself.

The guy you will marry might not be the most handsome, the most funny, the smartest, the strongest. But to you, he’s the best in all of those categories, because the love you feel for him will make you change those categories to fit his description.

No matter what it is, she wants to feel that it came from your heart, and not from a checkout line somewhere.

She wants you to say that you love her, at weird, random moments when no one would expect it.

Even martyrs sometimes fight for the wrong cause.

They will take the little invitations to talk, and run with them. The point is to remain an open invitation, without seeming desperate.

If it’s really important, you shouldn’t be saying it via text message.

I was by far most likely to be sarcastic.

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.

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.

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?

You actually go over lists in your head of all the reasons why it’s not a good idea to like them, and how you could never like them in practice because they’re totally wrong for you.

I know that, in your weaker moments, you’ve been overcome with frustration at the appearance of a wedding album on Facebook.

I hope you have someone to spend it with you who loves you, who cares about you, and who doesn’t have some allergic reaction to things going well like I do.