You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies... by Gayle Forman

You?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?

Gayle Forman

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And our lips. There isn't enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.

kissing light years

We were both music-obsessed, each in our own way. If we didn't entirely understand the other person's obsession, it didn't matter, because we understood our own.

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Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected f... by Gayle Forman

Bribes are the glue that's kept teenagers and parents connected for generations

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I can keep picking small fights, or brave the big one. Time to sc... by Gayle Forman

I can keep picking small fights, or brave the big one. Time to screw my courage. Or go down trying.

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Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others. by Gayle Forman

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

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So let's hear another one of your irrational fears. Mia grasped me by the arms and pulled herself in to my chest, like she was burrowing her body into mine. "I'm scared of losing you," she said in the faintest of voices." I pushed her away so I could see her face and kissed the top of her forehead. "I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen.

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Pictures can be pretty deceptive. by Gayle Forman

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

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I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

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There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we're all your family.' "She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. 'You still have a family,' she whispers.

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We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

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Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottl... by Gayle Forman

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.

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I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a... by Gayle Forman

I like French fries," I say. I like French fries? I sound like a slow child in a made-for-TV movie.

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And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

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he kissed me hard. "Promise me. Promise me you'll spend New Year's with me next year," he whispered into my ear.

new-year promise years

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sen... by Gayle Forman

It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.

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Every morning I wake up and I tell myself this: It's just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. I don't know when exactly I started giving myself this daily pep talk--or why. It sounds like a twelve-step mantra and I'm not in Anything Anonymous, though to read some of the crap they write about me, you'd think I should be. I have the kind of life a lot of people would probably sell a kidney to just experience a bit of. But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

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You just work through it. You just hang in there. by Gayle Forman

You just work through it. You just hang in there.

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A thousand suns rise from my chest. by Gayle Forman

A thousand suns rise from my chest.

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I don't hate you. I don't think I ever really did. It was just anger. And once I faced it head-on, once understood it, it dissipated. -Mia

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Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

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