So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.
it was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. i wanted to be the last one she loved.
My stomach sank. JP had come so close. His immigrant parents had sacrificed so much.
Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.
It's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. Or book. Oh my god...you like The Outsiders too...it's like we're the same person! No, we're not. It's like we have the same English teacher. There's a difference.
I wondered whether I could find a Great Perhaps here at all or whether I had made a grand miscalculation.