back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry. Ellen Hopkins More Quotes by Ellen Hopkins More Quotes From Ellen Hopkins We kissed for about the thousandth time, No promises, no demands, Just solid rebuilding of shattered trust. Ellen Hopkins rebuilding demand promise Detailed descriptions, abstract ambitions, relevant observations, your's and mine. Ellen Hopkins description abstract ambition Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart. Ellen Hopkins touching heart hands Heart Breaking, I think that if Dad, staring down the sight of a 10mm, would only tell me he loves me, I could easily change my mind... ...but he won't. Ellen Hopkins dad heart thinking Red and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, thoughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of deuling emotions. Ellen Hopkins nucleus red brain Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison. Ellen Hopkins yesterday heart two Face red, but brave in spite of it, Ethan offered an even smaller box. My hands shook as i opened it. Set in a gold promise ring, three small diamonds glittered. One for you, one for me, one for us, he said sweetly. I love you. Ellen Hopkins brave love-you hands With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked. Ellen Hopkins garden running beautiful You can have your pick of pretty women. Why me? You're like the ocean, Pattyn. Pretty enough on the surface, but dive down into your depths, you'll find beauty most people never see. Lucky me. I fell in, headfirst. Ellen Hopkins pretty-woman ocean people But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created. Ellen Hopkins bullshit ghost life-is As the old saying goes, "sometimes loving someone means letting them go. Ellen Hopkins loving-someone sometimes mean Forgiveness isn’t my best thing. Easier staying pissed. But I’m tired of being pissed all the time. Tired of feeling hurt by stuff that can never be fixed because it is an indelible part of the past. Ellen Hopkins tired hurt past Love is for children and dimwads. Ellen Hopkins love-is children And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death. Ellen Hopkins veins pain alive Everyone's afraid of everybody else...maybe because we're all afraid of ourselves. Ellen Hopkins the not-so-bookish librarian was half angel, half she-devil, so sayeth the rumor mill. Ellen Hopkins rumor devil angel He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would mean certain death. But oh, she would rise far, far beyond fear and be held by arms so strong, and love so pure, that falling would not be an option. Ellen Hopkins strong mean fall The problem with being grounded is it gives you a whole lot of unavoidable time to think. NOt even pulling weeds can take away your ability to plot all the varied and wonderful things you might do to get even, or at least to make up, just get a smidgen for time lost to TV and yard work and house cleaning. Ellen Hopkins weed giving thinking No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity. Ellen Hopkins littles insanity way Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More like total commitment. More like I have walked down the aisle, holding hands with the monster. Ellen Hopkins believe hands commitment