He doesnโt love me. He might still love me as I was at fifteen, when I didnโt know any better. When I trusted everyone. Iโm not that person any more. Heโs just a boy. He was the first to really hurt me, but heโs just a boy. There were a lot of them.
Sarah DessenIt's hard to do," I said. Wes looked at me. "What is?" I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. "Get it right.
Sarah DessenI think readers are just looking for things that maybe they recognize or can relate to in the books.
Sarah DessenAnd that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this.
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