He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn't just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.
Sarah DessenThe mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.
Sarah DessenAn ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.
Sarah DessenIt wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.
Sarah DessenI was woundering what he would say, what word could sum me up right then, when i saw the lights come across his face, blaringly yellow, and suddenly he was brighter, and brighter, and i asked him what was happening, what was wrong. I remember only that light, so strong it spilled across my shoulders, and lit up his face, and how scared he looked as something big and loud hit my door, sending glass shattering across me, little sparks catching the light like diamonds, as they fell, with me, into the dark.
Sarah Dessen