You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You," I say, and as I watch his smile bloom I finally get how great those three little words are. I finally get what they really mean.
Elizabeth ScottI heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.
Elizabeth ScottOkay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichรฉd?
Elizabeth ScottThe story of my life can be told in silver: in chocolate mills, serving spoons, and services for twelve. The story of my life has nothing to do with me. The story of my life is things. Things that arenโt mine, that wonโt ever be mine. Itโs all Iโve ever known. I wish it wasnโt.
Elizabeth Scott