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“Bu beni öldürüyor, çünkü senin için hissettiklerimi bilmeden bir gün daha geçirmeni istemiyorum. Ama sana âşık olduğumu söylemeye hazır değilim, çünkü âşık değilim. Henüz değil. Ama bu hissettiğim her neyse hoşlanmaktan çok daha fazla. Çok daha fazla. Son birkaç haftadır bunu anlamaya çalışıyordum. Neden tarif edebileceğim başka bir kelime olmadığını düşünüyordum. Sana tam olarak ne hissettiğimi söylemeyi istiyorum, ama lanet olası sözlükte hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasındaki noktayı tarif edebilecek bir kelime yok, ve o kelimeye ihtiyacım var. İhtiyacım var, çünkü söylediğimi duymanı istiyorum.” Yaşamak. Kelime sanki hep orada, sözlükte ait olduğu yerde, hoşlanmak ve sevmek arasına saklı kalmıştı. “Yaşamak,” dedim. "Bu kelimeyi kullanabilirsin." "Seni yaşıyorum, Sky" dedi dudaklarıma doğru. "Seni doya doya yaşıyorum.”

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“Sarhoş musun?" diye sordum. Parmaklarını dudaklarıma bastırıp gülmesine engel olmaya çalıştı, ama beceremedi. "Hayır. Evet." "Ne kadar sarhoş?" Başını boynuma yaklaştırıp dudaklarını köprücük kemiğimde hafifçe gezdirince içime bir sıcaklık yayıldı. "Sana kötü şeyler yapmayı isteyecek kadar sarhoşum, ama sarhoşken yapmak isteyecek kadar sarhoş değilim," dedi. "Ama yaparsam, yarın yaptıklarımı hatırlayacak kadar sarhoşum.”

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“Seni üzdüğünde gökyüzünü düşüneceğine söz verir misin?" Benden neden bu sözü vermemi istediğini bilmiyordum, yine de kafamı salladım. "Ama neden?" "Çünkü." Başını yıldızlara çevirdi. "Gökyüzü her zaman güzeldir. Karanlık, yağmurlu ya da bulutlu olsun, bakmak her zaman keyif verir. Bu en sevdiğim şey, çünkü kaybolursam, kendimi yalnız hissedersem ya da korkarsam, tek yapmam gereken kafamı kaldırıp bakmak, ne olursa olsun orada olacak... ve her zaman güzel olacağını bileceğim.”

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“Ağzıma o kadar odaklanmıştı ki, okuduğumun tek kelimesini bile duymadığını düşünüyordum. Kitabı kapatıp karnıma koydum. Kitabı kapattığımın bile farkında olduğunu sanmıyordum. "Neden konuşmayı kestin?" dedi, ne ifadesi değişmiş ne de bakışlarını dudaklarımdan ayırmıştı. "Konuşmak mı?" diye sordum merakla. "Holder, kitap okuyorum. Arada fark var. Ve görünüşe bakılırsa, hiç dikkat etmiyorsun." Gözlerimin içine bakıp sırıttı. "Ah, dikkat ediyorum," dedi. "Dudaklarına. Ağzından çıkan kelimelere dikkat etmemiş olabilirim, ama dudaklarına kesinlikle dikkat ediyordum.”

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“It’s killing me, baby,” he says, his voice much more calm and quiet. “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 it 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.”

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“My locker seems to have become the hub for sticky notes and nasty letters, none of which I ever see actually being placed on or in my locker. I really don’t get what people gain out of doing things like this if they don’t even own up to it. Like the note that was stuck to my locker this morning. All it said was, “ Whore.” Really? Where’s the creativity in that? They couldn’t back it up with an interesting story? Maybe a few details of my indiscretion? If I have to read this shit every day, the least they could do is make it interesting. If I was going to stoop so low as to leave an unfounded note on someone’s locker,I’d at least have the courtesy of entertaining whoever reads it in the process. I’d write something interesting like, “I saw you in bed with my boyfriend last night. I really don’t appreciate you getting massage oil on my cucumbers. Whore.” I laugh and it feels odd, laughing out loud at my own thoughts. I look around and no one is left in the hallway but me. Rather than rip the sticky notes off of my locker like I probably should, I take out my pen and make them a little more creative. You’re welcome, passersby.”

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“I pull his mouth to mine and I kiss him. I kiss him for always having the perfect thing to say. I kiss him for always being there for me. I kiss him for supporting whatever decision I think I might need to make. I kiss him for being so patient with me while I figure everything out. I kiss him because I can’t think of anything better than climbing back inside that car with him and talking about everything we’ll do when we get to Hawaii. - Sky”

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“Good, because if you said something to my dad, I would tell him how cheesy you are with your pickup lines.” Theo mockingly presses his palms to his cheeks. “We finally reached the beach, my little whale.” I glare at him. “That’s not at all how it went.” Theo points across the kitchen. “Look! It’s sand—we’ve reached land!” “Stop.” “Lily, what the heck, our boat is wrecked!”

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Book:It Starts with Us
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“He’s wondering if I saw him wipe the remnants of her off his mouth. Off his neck. He’s wondering if I saw him adjust his tie. He’s wondering if I saw him press his head to the steering wheel in dread. Or regret. He doesn’t bring his eyes back to mine. Instead, he looks down. “What’s her name?” I somehow ask the question without it sounding spiteful. I ask it with the same tone I often use to ask him about his day. How was your day, dear? What’s your mistress’s name, dear? Despite my pleasant tone, Graham doesn’t answer me. He lifts his eyes until they meet mine, but he’s quiet in his denial. I feel my stomach turn like I might physically be sick. I’m shocked at how much his silence angers me. I’m shocked at how much more this hurts in reality than in my nightmares. I didn’t think it could get worse than the nightmares. I somehow stand up, still clenching my glass. I want to throw it. Not at him. I just need to throw it at something. I hate him with every part of my soul right now, but I don’t blame him enough to throw the glass at him. If I could throw it at myself, I would. But I can’t, so I throw it toward our wedding photo that hangs on the wall across the room. In repeat the words as my wineglass hits the picture, shattering, bleeding down the wall and all over the floor. “What’s her fucking name, Graham?!” My voice is no longer pleasant. Graham doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t look at the wedding photo, he doesn’t look at the bleeding floor beneath it, he doesn’t look at the front door, he doesn’t look at his feet. He looks me right in the eye and he says, “Andrea.” As soon as her name has fallen from his lips completely, he looks away. He doesn’t want to witness what his brutal honesty does to me.”

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Book:All Your Perfects
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“I'm really hoping he’s being genuine because I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He’s the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. I don’t really want to fall hard for anyone at all, especially someone who’s only making an effort because he thinks I'm easy. I also don’t want to fall for someone who has already branded himself hopeless. But I'm curious. So curious.”

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“—¿Hope? ¿Me prometes algo? —Sí —le digo. —¿Sabes a veces, cuando tu papa te hace llorar? —¿Me prometes que cuando él te haga sentir triste, siempre pensaras en el cielo? —Pero, ¿por qué? —Porque sí. —Vuelve su rostro hacia las estrellas—. El cielo siempre es hermoso. Incluso cuando está oscuro, o lluvioso, o lleno de nubes, aún así es precioso. Es mi favorito, porque sé que si alguna vez me siento perdido, o solo, o asustado, sólo tengo que subir la mirada y el cielo estará allí, sin importar qué… y sé que siempre será hermoso. Es en lo que puedes pensar cuando tu papi te haga sentir triste, para que así no tengas que pensar en él. —Lo prometo —susurro. —Bien —dice él. Luego estira su mano sobre el concreto entre nosotros y envuelve su meñique alrededor del mío.”

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