Charlotte Green

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.