You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.

I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell. Now, my fingers hovered over my track pad, moving the cursor down to his comment section before I stopped myself. What was the point? Anything I said now would only be an afterthought. Elizabeth who goes by her middle name

It’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.