Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

When something that terrible, that horrible happens to you, you don’t want to talk about it with anyone. You want to bury it deep inside you and let it rest in peace. You want to...

And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn’t real.

I could survive for months, years, on a crush.

It was over before I even had a chance.

Life is sexist. If you were to get pregnant, you’re the one whose life changes. Nothing of significance changes for the boy. You’re the one people whisper about. I’ve seen that show, Teen Moms. All...

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re...

He took a step closer. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have this… feeling. That you’ll always be there. Here.” Conrad clawed at his heart and...

I suppose you can’t hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

But I don’t think people change at the core.

It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.

Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone.

My favourite food is cake.What kind of cake?It doesn’t matter. All cake.

One day soon you’ll be in the world, and you’ll have so many options you won’t know what to do with them. Everyone will fall in love with you, because you’re so beautiful and so...

What if we do? If we’re so guarded, it’s not going to be anything. Let’s do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let’s go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can...

My best advice is to first write for yourself and stay in your story and just pour all of your good stuff and bad stuff into it. By ‘stuff,’ I mean all the experiences and...

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. In his eyes, there was no trace of what had happened between us earlier and I...

I hate change more than almost anything.

It’s funny how much of childhood is about proximity. Like who your best friend is is directly correlated to how close your houses are; who you sit next to in music is all about how...

It’s the imperfections that make things beautiful

She’d known me my whole life. It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.

It was the promise of maybe, maybe one day.

It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes...

When it’s finals week and you’ve been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have...

I wonder, though… what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back. Would it be scary only for a second or two,...

I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

That’s when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn’t the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn’t enough. Not for...

No, I don’t think so. I was talking to my sister.”Peter’s eyes widen, and I can see him trying to keep a straight face.

Will you please take me home?”I peer at her. She’s had, like, two beers. I’ve seen her finish a six-pack in under an hour and not get tipsy.

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don’t kick him on the ground.

I think that time might be different for young people. The minutes longer, stronger, more vibrant.

Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we’ll talk about it later? My mom’s expecting you.

I’m clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I’m hurting now, he’ll hurt ten times...

It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I don’t want to be scared anymore.

I don’t think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips… Or any other body part.

I don’t think any man is my equal. Women are far superior, and don’t you forget it. Don’t forget any of the things I just told you.

Do you think there’s a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to?

Josh and I started out so easy, so fun, and now we’re like strangers. I’ll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.

I wonder, though…what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back.

I need peace,” I say, closing my eyes. “I need to replenish myself with peace.

He smiled at me, and that smile — he just gets in. His smile did it every time.

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

If two people are meant to be, they’ll find their way to each other.

I look at Kitty, who’s braiding Chris’s hair in microbraids. She’s being extra quiet so we forget she’s here and don’t kick her out. ‘I think that as long as you’re ready and it’s what...

Susannah continued. “If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don’t want to look like I’ve been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to...

I could feel my insides sink. My knees too. So I sat on the ground, against the wall, letting it support me. I thought I knew what heartbreak felt like. I thought heartbreak was me,...

It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.

How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.