Colleen Hoover Confess Quotes

There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.

I'm scared I'll never feel this again with anyone else," I whisper. He squeezes my hands. "I'm scared you will.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn't.

But the second she opened her eyes and looked at me, I knew. She was either going to be the death of me . . . or she was going to be the one who finally brought me back to life.

I'm afraid if I listen to my heart once, I'll never figure out how to ignore it again.

Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they'll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

It’s amazing how much distance one truth can create between two people.

I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.

I think love is a hard word to define,” I say to her. “You can love a lot of things about a person but still not love the whole person.

Please don’t allow anyone to make you feel less than what you are.

Some secrets should never turn into confessions. I know that better than anyone.

Sometimes I miss them so much, it hurts me right here. It feels like someone is squeezing my heart with the strength of the entire goddamn world.

Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows. Something I can keep for myself.

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.

That could be fate, you know.

It's amazing how you don't realize just how alone and scared you were until you have someone by your side to support you.

He kisses me like he's giving me every kiss he wishes he could have given me the past, and every kiss he'll wish he could give me in the future. All at once.

No one deserves you like I do.” … “No one sees you like I do.” … “No one understand you the way I do.” … “No one makes your heart beat like I do.” … He presses his palm against my heart. “And no one else deserves to be inside you if they can’t get there here first.

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.” He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.

He kisses me like I’m his canvas.

It’s not a confession if no one reads it. It’s just an unshared secret.

Tonight, everyone’s focus is on my art, but my focus is on her. She’s the most interesting piece in this entire room.

She deserves better. So much better. She deserves me. If only she knew that.

How can a fifteen-year old girl defend her love when that love is dismissed by everyone? It’s impossible to defend yourself against inexperience and age. And maybe they’re right. Maybe we don’t know love like an adult knows love, but we sure as hell feel it.

Every day of my life it feels as if I'm fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how hard I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere.

How is it possible that I’m already falling in love with you?

Fucking heels,” she mumbles. Only she isn’t wearing heels. She’s wearing black flats, but she blames them, anyway.

She seems a lot like me. A loner, a thinker, an artist with her life. And it appears as though she's afraid I'll alter her canvas if she allows me too close. She doesn't need to worry. The feeling is mutual.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.

In order to be embarrassed, a person has to care about the opinions of others first.

I'll love you even when I can't" "I'll love you even when I shouldn't

Sometimes in order to save a relationship, you have to sacrifice it first.

She deserves so much better than what I can give her. I don’t, however, think she deserves better than me. I think she would be perfect for me and I would be perfect for her, but all the bad choices I’ve made in my life are what she doesn’t deserve to be a part of.

Sometimes people want what they can't have and confuse that with feelings for another person.

I want you to remember how it feels when I look at you.

She’s like a light, unwittingly brightening up the darkest corners of a man’s soul.

I don’t feel lost in him at all, because it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone truly found me.

You drink to escape the emotional pain you’re in, and then the next day you do it all over again to get rid of the physical pain. So you drink more and your drink more often and pretty soon you’re drunk all the time and it becomes just as bad, if not worse, than the reality you were attempting to escape from in the first place. Only now, you need an escape from the escape, so you find something even stronger than the alcohol. And maybe that’s what turns alcoholics into addicts.

If you would have walked out of this room today without crying, it would have devastated me.

life decision is permanent other than a tattoo.

Surface friends” is what I call it. When your friendship is merely a façade and you’re enemies on the inside.

I’ll think about last night forever, Owen. Even when I shouldn’t.

When I'm with you, I think of all the great things I could be if I were without you.

If I knew birthday presents made her this excited, I would have bought her one the day I met her. And every day since then.

I'll love you forever. Even when I can't.

I met this really great guy three weeks ago. He taught me how to dance, reminded me of what it feels like to flirt, walked me home, made me smile, and then YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE, OWEN!

My heart aches to love hers.

If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

He presses his palm against my heart. “And no one else deserves to be inside you if they can’t get there through here first.

You are so, so beautiful, Auburn. Everywhere. Every part of you. On the outside, on the inside, when you’re beneath me, on top of me, painted on a canvas.

My mother says there are people you meet and get to know, and then there are people you meet and already know.

You don't know what it's like to give up your entire life for someone.

She’s crying, not because she’s sad, but because she doesn’t know how to express what she’s feeling. She knows there aren’t words good enough for this moment.

I’m pretty sure his kisses are the best form of dieting there is, because every time his lips touch mine, I forget all about the fact that I’m starving.

I’m scared I’ll never stop comparing my life without him to how my life was when I was with him.

What?!” Auburn says into the phone. “What kind of secret phrase is ‘pencil dick’?

And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.

If I had known you would show up at my door one day, I'd have done everything differently. Everything.

Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel. “I want you to know something,

I grin. “Good night, OMG.” He slowly shakes his head back and forth while his eyes narrow playfully. “You’re lucky I like you, Auburn Mason Reed.” With that, he closes the door. “Oh my God,” I whisper. I think I might have a crush on that boy.

And I like it. I like it when he stares at me, because it’s been a long time since I’ve felt beautiful in someone else’s eyes. And right now, he’s watching me so closely and with such a satisfied, heated look in his eyes, I would be fine if we spent the rest of the night just doing this and not speaking at all.

We’re far from being strangers, Auburn.

I don’t know when Owen began moving his hand away from the back of my head, but it’s slowly moving down my back, making my arms and legs feel so weak, I question their existence.

He catches my gasp with his mouth, and he picks me up, carrying me out of the shower and straight to the bed. And this time, I don’t get lost in his touch. I don’t get lost in his kiss. I don’t get lost in how it feels when he pushes himself inside me. I don’t feel lost in him at all, because it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone truly found me.

You don't exist, God. If you do, you should be ashamed.

I'm afraid if I listen to my heart nce, I'll never figure out how to ignore it again.

You can love a lot of things about a person but still not love the whole person.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn

Bitch, bitch, bitch, big huge bitch.

I'll love you forever, even when I can't.

I could use the same ingredients and make my sandwich the exact same way as someone else, but for some reason it just tastes so much better when I’m not the one who makes it.

She’s giving me two days, not forever. Two days. That won’t be enough for me, Auburn.

Sometimes the light is on in his apartment upstairs and I get the urge to set the place on fire.

I rarely feel that any of my paintings ever make it to a finishing point. There's always something else I want to add to them, like a few more brushstrokes or another color. But there comes a point with every painting when I just have to stop and accept it for what it is.

A palindrome,” I said the first time she told me. She looked at me, perplexed, and that’s when I knew I could never love her. What a waste of a palindrome she was, that Hannah. -Owen Gentry

I barely know the guy, yet somehow I can feel that familiar clench of a fist gripping at my heart. I have to see him one more time, even if it’s just to say good-bye.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can

This is what I want you to remember, Auburn,” he says softly. “I don’t want you to remember what it feels like when I’m inside you. I want you to remember how it feels when I look at you.

I turn and face her and she does the same, but not before looking down at her feet first, because she’s still embarrassed that I saw her connect with my art. I love that she looked at her feet first, because I love that she’s embarrassed. In order to be embarrassed, a person has to care about the opinions of others first.

I think she might be one of those people who are good at everything they do. She has a talent for life.

He kisses me like I'm his canvas.

He takes a seat, coming eye to eye with me. His elbows meet his knees and he leans forward, smiling calmly. “My name is Owen Gentry. I’m an artist and this is my studio. I have a showing in less than an hour, I need someone to handle all the transactions, and my girlfriend broke up with me last week.” Artist. Showing. Less than an hour? And girlfriend? Not touching that one.

It’s midnight!” he says frantically, slapping at the door. “Call her. Call your roommate!” “Oh, shit,” I mutter. I retrieve my phone and begin to dial Emory’s number. “I was about to dial 911,” Emory says as she answers. “Sorry, we almost forgot.” “Do you need to use the code word?” she asks. “No, I’m fine. I already locked him out, so I don’t think he’s going to murder me tonight.” Emory sighs. “That sucks,” she says. “Not that he didn’t murder you,” she adds quickly. “I just really wanted to hear you say the code word.” I laugh. “I’m sorry my safety disappoints you.” She sighs again. “Please? Just say it for me one time.” “Fine,” I say with a groan. “Meat dress. Are you happy?” There’s a quiet pause before she says, “I don’t know. Now I’m not sure if you said the code word just to make me happy or if you’re really in danger.

Who would have thought that my first fight over a girl would be for a girl who isn’t even mine?

No one else. You control your anger and you control your happiness. Get it under control,

I’ve never felt stronger than I feel when I’m with her. I’ve never felt like I had purpose like I feel when I’m with her.

Hay personas con las que te encuentras que llegas a conocer, y luego hay personas con las que te encuentras que ya conoces.

That won’t be enough for me, Auburn. I can already tell. And whoever’s favorite color is blue won’t stand a chance in this tent, because I’m about to make sure that the only thing she ever thinks about when she sees a tent again is Oh My God.

-Don’t worry. Hearts don’t have bones. They can’t actually break' -“If there’s nothing inside a heart that can break, why does it feel like mine is going to snap in half when it’s time for me to move next month? Does your heart not feel like that?” -"Yeah"he whispers. “It does. Maybe we both grew heart bones.

No one deserves you like I do.” … “No one sees you like I do.” … “No one understand you the way I do.” … “No one makes your heart beat like I do.” … He presses his palm against my heart. “And no one else deserves to be inside you if they can’t get there here first.

I want you to remember how your heart reacts every time I kiss you.” I want you to remember my hands, and how they can’t stop touching you.” “And I need you to remember that anyone can make love. But I’m the only one who deserves to make love to you.

Sometimes we don't get second chances. Sometimes things just end.

I think about all the people I wish could die instead of you.

Ti amerò per sempre. Anche quando non potrò,

Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.” He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.

I'll love you forever. EvenEven when i can't.

Surface friends” is what I call it. When your friendship is merely a façade and you’re enemies on the inside. My father has a lot of surface friends. I think it’s a side effect of being a lawyer.

Every day of my life it feels as if I’m fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how hard I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere. But when I’m with her it doesn’t feel like I’m on that escalator. It feels as if I’m on a moving walkway, and I’m effortlessly just carried along. Like I can finally relax and take a breath and not feel the constant pressure to sprint in order to prevent hitting rock bottom.

He kisses me like he’s giving me every kiss he wishes he could have given me in the past, and every kiss he’ll wish he could give me in the future. All of them, all at once.

I'll love you forever. Even when I can't. - Owen Gentry

There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.” I

When you connect with someone that fast and feel that much from their kiss, it’s not so easy to just forget them when they do something to hurt you.

I love you so much.” His voice is breathless and full of fear. “I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.

there are people you meet and get to know, and then there are people you meet and already know.

There’s a guy at the other end of the bar who looks up at us just as I’m taking my seat, and I assume this is Harrison. He looks to be in his late twenties, with a head full of curly, red hair. The combination of his fair skin and the fact that there are four-leaf clovers on almost every sign in this place makes me wonder if he’s Irish or if he just wishes he were.

It's killing me Sky. It's killing me because I don't want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I'm not ready to tell you I'm in love with you , because I'm not. Not yet. But whatever this is I'm feeling-it's so much more than just like . It's so much more. And for the past few weeks I've been trying to figure out. I've been trying to figure out why there isn't some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn't a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it.

If I knew how to stop the tears, I would. I don’t want him to hear me cry. I don’t want him to know how upset I am that we can’t have this every day of our lives. I don’t want him to ask me what’s wrong. When he feels my tears falling against his chest, he doesn’t do anything to stop them. Instead, he simply holds me with a much tighter grip and presses his cheek against the top of my head. His hand brushes softly through my hair. “I know, baby,” he whispers. “I know.

My father used to tell me that no life decision is permanent other than a tattoo.

The thing about dancing,” he says, folding his arms across his chest, “is that no matter how good it feels when you’re doing it, it’s always extremely awkward when it’s over.

He doesn't make your heart feel like this, Auburn. He doesn't make it so crazy that it tries to beat through the walls of your chest.

Because it's not muscles that make men strong. Secret do. The more secret you keep, the stronger you are on the inside.

She deserves better. So much better. She deserves me. If only she knew that.

No one else. You control your anger and you control your happiness.

Lawyers are like weddings. You get what you pay for.

Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Because I know that if you walk out that door, then ten years from now . . . twenty years from now . . . we’ll wish we had listened to our hearts when we think back on tonight.” “That’s what scares me,” I tell him. “I’m afraid if I listen to my heart once, I’ll never figure out how to ignore it again.

My mother says there are people you meet and get to know, and then there are people you meet and already know. I feel like Owen is the latter. Our personalities seem to complement each other, like we’ve known one another our whole lives. I had no idea until today just how much I need someone like him in my life.

When I'm painting, I create a story in my head of what inspired the confession and who it came from. But when I find out that the image I had while painting doesn't fit the actual image standing in front of me, it somehow invalidates the art for me..

Auburn Mason Reed,” I say out loud. What are the chances? I smile and run my thumb over the letters in her middle name. “We have the same middle name.” I look back up at Adam, and he’s lowering his bed again with a faint smile on his face. “That could be fate, you know.” I shake my head, dismissing his comment. “I’m pretty sure she’s your fate. Not mine.” His voice is strained, and it takes a tremendous amount of effort for him to roll onto his side. He closes his eyes and says, “Hopefully she has more than one fate, Owen.

He doesn’t make your heart feel like this, Auburn. He doesn’t make it so crazy that it tries to beat through the walls of your chest.

Disappointed, yes. Annoyed, yes. But I’m not really mad.

She’s trying to change the subject, even though we weren’t speaking out loud.

I think love is a hard word to define. You can love a lot of things about a person but still not love the whole person.

Sono stanca di dover rinunciare alle uniche cose che voglio.

The thing about dancing is that no matter how good it feels when you're doing it, it's always extremely awkward when it's over. - Owen Gentry

God does not exist. If he does, he should be ashamed.

I’m scared I’ll never feel this again with anyone else,” I whisper. He squeezes my hands. “I’m scared you will.

The first time you kissed me? That moment when your lips touched mine? You stole a piece of my heart that night. The first time you told me you lived me because you weren't ready to tell me you loved me yet? Those words stole another piece of my heart. The night I found out I was Hope? I told you I wanted to be alone in my room. When I woke up and saw you in my bed I wanted to cry, Holder. I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night. Keep them open. I want you to keep them open...because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart

I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Because I know that if you walk out that door, then ten years from now . . . twenty years from now . . . we’ll wish we had listened to our hearts when we think back on tonight.

I get why you had to choose him,” he says. “I don’t like it, but I understand it. I also know that giving one night to me doesn’t take away the fact that you might be giving him forever. But like I said . . . I’m selfish. And if one night with you is all I can get, then I’ll take it.” He lifts my head off his shoulder and tilts my face up to his. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Because I know that if you walk out that door, then ten years from now . . . twenty years from now . . . we’ll wish we had listened to our hearts when we think back on tonight.

I close my eyes and lean into him. I think my body makes the choice for me, because my mind has certainly lost all control. I press my face against his neck and listen quietly as our breaths fail to slow. The longer we stand here and the more he says, the heavier our need grows. I can feel it in the way he holds me. I can hear it in the desperate plea of his voice. I can feel it with every rise and fall of his chest.

Only you can control your reactions,” he would say to us. “No one else. You control your anger and you control your happiness.

I didn't choose to be an artist. I think it kind of choose me.

And I need you to remember that anyone can make love. But I'm the only one who deserves to make love to you.

Hopefully,she has more than one fate,Owen.

I’ll love you forever. Even when I can’t.” My tears fall harder at his words. “And I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.” We

And it appears as though she’s afraid I’ll alter her canvas if she allows me too close.

Tell me something about yourself no one else knows, something I can keep for myself.

i'll love you forever , even when i can't

addictions don’t just get better. They’re either actively fought or actively fed

Necesito que me perdone, pero no sé si puede hacerlo sin una explicación. El único problema es que soy el que lee las confesiones. No estoy acostumbrado a escribirlas y ciertamente no estoy acostumbrado a hablar de ellas...

I don’t get lost in his touch. I don’t get lost in his kiss. I don’t get lost in how it feels when he pushes himself inside me. I don’t feel lost in him at all, because it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone truly found me.

And this time, I don’t get lost in his touch. I don’t get lost in his kiss. I don’t get lost in how it feels when he pushes himself inside me. I don’t feel lost in him at all, because it’s the first time I’ve ever felt like someone truly found me.

When I'm painting, I create a story in my head of what inspired the confession and who it came from. But when I find out that the image I had while painting doesn't fit the actual image standing in front of me, it somehow invalidates the art for me.

He catches me staring at him when he turns to reach for his other shirt. I do that thing where I quickly glance away and make it completely obvious that I was staring, since I’m now looking at nothing but a blank wall and I know he’s still looking at me and oh, my word, I just want to leave.

I laugh, and the tenderness that enters his eyes at the sound of my laughter makes me realize that this is what I want. Selflessness. It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they'll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel

I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me. Because I know that if you walk out that door, then ten years from now . . . twenty years from now . . . we’ll wish we had listened to our hearts when we think back on tonight.” “That’s what scares me. I’m afraid if I listen to my heart once, I’ll never figure out how to ignore it again.

Rather than pulling away to walk back to the counter, he brings both his hands to my face and holds me still while he looks at me in silence for several seconds. His thumbs brush lightly across my jaw, and he releases a soft breath. His brows furrow, and his eyes close. He presses his forehead to mine, still holding on to my face, and I can feel his internal struggle. “Tate.” He says my name so quietly I can feel his regret in the words he hasn’t even spoken yet. “I like…” He opens his eyes and looks at me. “I like kissing you, Tate.” I don’t know why that sentence seemed hard for him to say, but his voice trailed off toward the end as though he was attempting to stop himself from finishing his words. As soon as the sentence leaves his mouth, he releases me and quickly steps around the partition as if he’s trying to escape from his own confession. I like kissing you, Tate.

I would think my reality is pretty bad, but definitely not bad enough to endure this every morning. But maybe that would explain what turns people into alcoholics. You drink to escape the emotional pain you’re in, and then the next day you do it all over again to get rid of the physical pain. So you drink more and you drink more often and pretty soon you’re drunk all the time and it becomes just as bad, if not worse, than the reality you were attempting to escape from in the first place. Only now, you need an escape from the escape, so you find something even stronger than the alcohol. And maybe that’s what turns alcoholics

but I also know it could be the last time I ever feel this way, and I don’t want to deny myself that.

Because of that, the fact that I have to say good-bye to him is worth a few tears, and I won’t allow myself to feel guilty crying about it.

The kiss between us quickly grows painful, and not in a physical sense. The more we kiss, the more we realize what we’re losing, and it hurts. It scares me to know that there’s a chance I’ve come across one of the few people in this world who could make me feel this way, and I already have to give it up.

death. the only thing inevitable in life.

I might be in awe of her, and I try not to look at her with so much obvious fascination. I straighten up but can’t shake the sudden urge to hibernate inside her head. Ferment in her thoughts. “You make a good argument.

It’s amazing how you don't realize just how alone and scared you were until you have someone by your side to support you.

palindrome

The painting was called When I’m with You, I Think of All the Great Things I Could Be If I Were Without You.

though.

It's amazing how much distance one truth can create between two people.

I'll love you forever. Even when I can't. And I'll love you forever. Even when I shouldn't.

Every day of my life it feels as if I'm fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how had I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere. But when I'm with her it doesn't feel like I'm on that escalator. It feels as if I'm on a moving walkway, and I'm effortlessly just carried along. Like I can finally relax and take a breath and not feel the constant pressure to sprint in order to prevent hitting rock bottom.

But it’s all gone now, and apparently, so is my mother’s money. It was one of the last things she confessed to me before she finally succumbed to the cancer. I would have cared for her regardless of her financial situation. She was my mother. But the fact that she felt she needed to lie to me in order for me to agree to take her in proves how disconnected we were from one another.

She has a talent for life.

The blank page stared at me, intimidating, but I've done things multiple times, I knew in a few days the page would be filled with words, colors, characters, and feelings.

She said stop.” It’s not my voice, and it isn’t Trey’s, but the words force him to stop. I glance up to find Emory standing in the doorway, pointing a gun in our direction. Trey slowly turns to face the door.

...have I mentioned I love her? No, I haven't. Because that would be crazy...

There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people that you meet that you already know

I’ll love you forever. Even when I shouldn’t.

When he opens the front door, the sun is so bright, I start to question my own mortality and entertain the thought that maybe I became a vampire overnight.

there are people you meet and just get to know, and there are people you see for the first time and you feel like you already know - confess

I'll love you forever. Even when I can't." "And I'll love you forever. Even when I shouldn't.

Sometimes I miss them so much, it hurts me right here,” he says, making a tight fist with his hand against his chest. “It feels like someone is squeezing my heart with the strength of the entire goddamn world.

It should be the basis of every relationship. If a person truly cares about you, they’ll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

t actually makes me appreciate people more, knowing we all have this amazing ability to put on a front. Especially to those closest to us.

Every day of my life it feels as if I’m fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down.

Every day of my life it feels as if I’m fighting my way up an escalator that only goes down. And no matter how fast or how hard I run to try to reach the top, I stay in the same place, sprinting, getting nowhere. But when I’m with her it doesn’t feel like I’m on that escalator. It feels as if I’m on a moving walkway, and I’m effortlessly just carried along.

I have no life and don’t need special “recovery days” reserved on the calendar.

But maybe that would explain what turns people into alcoholics. You drink to escape the emotional pain you’re in, and then the next day you do it all over again to get rid of the physical pain.

No existes, Dios. Y si existes, deberías estar avergonzado.

Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.

Something I can keep for myself.” He

I love you, even when i shouldn't

Menschen wie ihm geht es nur darum, Macht auszuüben. Aber sie haben diese Macht bloß, solange wir sie ihnen geben.

Tell me something about yourself that no one else knows. Something i can keep for myself

It scares me to know that there's a chance I've come across one of the few people in this world who could make me feel this way, and I already have to give it up. - Auburn Reed

Nothing but blues. It means nothing but lies. - Owen Gentry

If a person truly cares about you, they'll get more pleasure from the way they make you feel, rather than the way you make them feel.

La mia vita mi fa piangere.

Guardo il mio riflesso e non mi piace quello che vedo. Una ragazza che odia le scelte che ha fatto nella vita.

Le mie insicurezze sono così profonde che mi inseguiranno nell'aldilà.

Sono una persona molto introversa. Raramente condivido i miei veri pensieri con gli altri, indipendentemente da quanto possa essermi d'aiuto.

Come back over in an hour. Then you, Auburn Mason Reed, I will completely devour.

He smiles and waves a hand in that direction, and we both begin walking. “But if I were asking to spend the night . . .

Non sono pronta a dirgli addio. Ho paura di dirgli addio.

For most girls, not being a priority is a pretty good reason to end things. - Owen Gentry

Maybe we don't know love like an adult knows love, but we sure as hell feel it. And right now, it feels imminently heartbreaking." - Auburn Reed

He actually looks very apologetic, but I know better than to trust the expression on a man's face. The only things worth trusting are actions, and so far he hasn't proven very trustworthy.

She would be shocked if she knew how much of her past has affected my present, which

And she always, always made it a point to tell me that her name, when spelled backward, was still Hannah. “A palindrome,” I said the first time she told me. She looked at me, perplexed, and that’s when I knew I could never love her. What a waste of a palindrome she was, that Hannah.

I also know that I have so many other things I should be focusing on right now, but it’s one night. One drink. What harm can it do? He