"So you're always honest," I said. "Aren't you?" "No," I told him. "I'm not." "Well, that's good to know, I guess." "I'm not saying I'm a liar," I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways." "How'd you mean it, then?" "I just...I don't always say what I feel." "Why not?" "Because the truth sometimes hurts," I said. "Yeah," he said. "So do lies, though."
Sarah DessenI'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.
Sarah DessenHe 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 DessenDon't be a fool. Don't give up something important to hold onto someone who can't even say they love you.
Sarah DessenAnd so really, you have given me no choice but to take you shopping by force.โ She sighed, then reached up, dropping her sunglasses down from their perch on her head to cover her eyes. โDo you even realize how happy the average teenage girl would be in your shoes? I have a credit card. Weโre at the mall. I want to buy you things. Itโs like adolescent nirvana.โ - Cora
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