old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.
Elizabeth ChandlerNick? Nick Hurley?" I asked, laughing. He took back his hat. "You'll be sorry to hear I don't make gross faces as much as I used to. Now I'd rather smile at girls." "I noticed" He waved his hat around as if he was trying to dry it, his green eyes sparkling at me, as full of fun and trouble as when he was in elementary school. I realxed.
Elizabeth ChandlerI'm not supposed to date you, Jenny." "That's what you said before." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I didn't think this was going to be a problem. I mean, I'm pretty good at not letting someone become important to me. I have to be if I want to make it to L.A." "I understand." He laughed. "How nice of you to understand, since you're the one making it a struggle for me! It would be so easy to make you important.
Elizabeth ChandlerWhat do you do with your anger when the person you're mad at goes off and dies? Bury it? Bury it inside you?
Elizabeth ChandlerSometimes I think that love is one big fairy tale. I wonder if people who say they are in love, if โ really โ theyโve just talked themselves into it. They want it so badly, they kind of make it happen. They fake it until they start believing their own story. Maybe thatโs just sour grapes or something. Maybe because it doesnโt happen to me, I donโt want to think it happens to anyone else.
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