Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.
Sarah DessenThe mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.
Sarah DessenBut the original was there as wellโmore jaded and rudimentary, functional rather than romantic. It fit not just the yellow house but another door, deep within my own heart. One that had been locked so tight for so long that I was afraid to even try it for fear of what might be on the other side
Sarah Dessen