Broken Juliet

It’s not going to make him stay, and it’s not going to make it hurt less. It’s just going to give us both one last glimpse of what might have been if our story was a romance instead of a tragedy.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there’s a light from within.

Scared people either shut down and avoid the thing they fear, or get angry at it and lash out.

This is precious. This is love. This is something I’ll never take for granted, because I know how it feels to be without it.

The thing is, if people were books, Ethan would be a bestseller. A sexy, intelligent page-turner you’d find hard to put down, even after it reduced you to a sobbing mess.

She said people are too obsessed with conquering their fear when they should just learn to accept it and do stuff that scares them anyway.

Time is a fickle whore. Whenever you want it to pass slowly, it speeds up, and whenever you’re full of nervous impatience, it crawls like a sloth on sedatives.

Sometimes sex is the only thing that will bring a man to his knees. And sometimes, it does a girl good to know that after losing so much, she can occasionally win.

It took me a long time to expect more from myself. To see that being vulnerable takes a shitload more strength than being closed off and sullen.

Despite all the things I would have changed about our journey, I’d never want a different destination. It’s always been you.