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I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.

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There are a million ways to lose someone you love.
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Every moment was a before and an after. Every moment was a now to be lived.
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Jackie? It wasn't your fault.
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Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.
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We remain silent because we've taken on a responsibility and/or shame that was never ours to carry. Forgive yourself for things that were not your fault. Bad decisions, mistaken trust, physical weakness, or too much fear to act do not make an assault on you or someone you care about your fault. Ever.
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His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. he stared down at me, his voice low. There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline.
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Good God, what did he not remember?
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But the scars are always there, waiting for something to poke them.
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Woman, if i was straight, i would steal you from him so hard.
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Now don't laugh 'cause I just might be...the soft curve in your hardline. (from the song Hardliners by Holcombe Waller)
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there's not a boy on the planet worth this amount of angst. I know i used to be one
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I used to think of two people in love like that. Like puzzle pieces, fitting together. But it's not like that at all. Love pulls a part of you out, and it pulls a part of him - like taffy, stretching but not separating. The tendrils of each one wrap around the other, until they meld together. One, but not quite. Separate, but not quite.
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And then she told me she didn’t want someone who needed her in order to be a better guy. She wanted someone who was better by himself, with or without her.
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He's already chasing you. Now all you have to do is keep running. Just not too fast.
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Keep looking at me,” she said, laughing as though we were having an amusing conversation. “He’s staring at you. And I mean staring. That boy is undressing you with his eyes. Can you feel it?” Her expression was triumphant. Could I feel his stare? I can now, thanks, I thought.
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