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And his kisses. God, his lips feel like they were custom made to fit perfectly against mine. He alternates between soft and sweet, hard and hungry. And I get it. Though we’ve shared plenty of kisses, this one is different. It’s like discovering a lake in the middle of a desert. Or waking up on Christmas morning to a glistening blanket of show. The equivalent of winning the lottery. And though it redefines the “cheese” in cheesiness, that’s what it feels like to have Logan back in my life, back in my arms, when I thought he was lost to me forever. Being with him means more than I can express. It’s everything. He’s everything. I start and end with him.

All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.

And I wanted Jordan, because if he wanted me back it would mean I wasn't ordinary. A guy like him wouldn't settle for that.

Answer me one thing,” she says in a rigidly controlled voice. “Do you love Logan?” Perhaps I should lie, but in that moment, after what I’ve just witnessed, I’m incapable of expressing anything but the truth of what’s in my heart. “With all my heart,” I sob.

Even after all the hurt and the pain, I still love you so much. Probably too much for someone my age. I used to believe it was because we were made for each other. That we had a special kind of love most people never find. Now, I wonder if it’s the opposite. If we were put together to show the destructive side of love. You have always been my light and my dark. My sun and shadow. My strength and weakness. You bring out the best and the worst in me.

Ax.” Sadie is breathless as she caresses the angular lines of my face. “I love you so much. You’re my whole world. You know that, right?

In this moment there is no me, no him. Only us. One entity. One heart. One existence.

For a flicker of a moment our gazes held, sweet and tormented.

Haydn’s instructions are imprinted on my brain much the same way Logan’s face is imprinted on my heart.

He holds his hand out for me to see it like he’s cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart.

He pulled me gently to my feet, but the moment left my head spinning anyway.

He traces a line across my face with the tip of his finger, and a moment passes between us. Our eyes feast on one another as his finger continues its journey, carefully caressing my lips. My mouth parts slightly. Leaning down ever so slowly, he holds my gaze as he captures my lips.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

I jump on Lane’s back. He catches my legs around his sides, holding on tight, and I wrap my arms around his neck. Mmmmm. “You smell good.” My heart thrums inside my chest, purring like a kitten. The gang’s ahead of us. It’s safe to sneak a peck on the cheek. I brush my nose against his jaw line so I can inhale his cologne again. “That was so smooth. Where’d you get moves like that?” He snickers.

I know I need to face the facts, and remain strong to extricate myself from this hideous situation, but not yet. I figure I’m owed at least one day to indulge my self-pity. One day to wallow in despair. To give into the soul-crunching heart-stomping pain ripping me to shreds on the inside.

-Haces que merezca la pena que mi corazón continúe latiendo- Susurró contra mi cuello. Alcé la cabeza y lo miré a los ojos. -Y tú que el mío dejara de hacerlo.

He smiled, and instead of the usual butterflies, it felt like a flock of pigeons were flapping in my tummy.

I flick my eyes to the spot on her shoulder where her freckles match the constellations in the sky, and I smile. I get lost in her skin, sipping my drink and mapping the stars on her arm while everyone else talks and eats and laughs around me.

Ignoring the pain is more desirable than confronting it. And that’s survival one-oh-one.

I'm a pretty forgetful guy, but everything she says, I remember. I remember what colour her hair ribbon was when we met on the first day of fifth grade. I remember that she loves orchids because they look delicate but aren't, really. From a single postcard she sent me when traveling with her family two summers ago. I remember what my name looks like in her handwriting.

I’m scared that you’ll make me love you…and then you’ll leave me.

I sigh contentedly as I close my eyes, allowing his body heat to warm me. Even though I’ve had an amazing time on our date, this is the highlight of my day. I’ve always been more of a simple pleasures kind of girl. Which isn’t me saying I’m ungrateful for everything he did today. Today was magical, and I will remember it for the rest of my life, but I don’t need grand gestures from Kal. I just need him.

It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime to kiss you again.

I want him when you’re done with him,” Rach pipes up, sending me a teasing grin. “You’ll be waiting a while,” I reply, accepting a glass of champagne from Ky. “Like eternity.

It hurts to get things out in the open, but it hurts even more not to.

I want to kiss the shit out of her right now. “Are we really going to do this?” she whispers. I can’t help what I do next. Moving fast, I skim my mouth over hers, superfast, just one fleeting caress of our lips, but it’s everything. Everything.

I want to say that yes, it was worth it; that I could suffer through pain and torture for her and go through a lot more than what Puck and his friends are capable of, and I can do it for all of eternity; suffer, until she realizes how much I love her. But she’s gone before I can say any of it. I wait till she’s left. And then I reach for my wallet. Hidden inside one of the flaps is a piece of paper that barely conceals a razorblade. Its frayed edges still have my blood on them. The blood is from the previous cuts I’ve made and I carry it around like a trophy, like Dexter carries around his victims’ blood on slides. I use that blade to give myself a cut and it starts bleeding. Right away, it feels as though the pressure that has been building inside me ever since that confrontation with Puck is lifted. I feel free again.

I was amazed at how quickly a person could become an essential part of your life.

It was so easy to get excited about someone I didn’t know, so easy to play “crush” from afar, just like with a fictional character. As long as I never talked to Cute Boy, he was going to be perfect, a good reason to wake up tomorrow.

I want to slap him. Curse him. Scream at him. Slap him some more. I want to reach a hand into his chest and squeeze that life-sustaining organ until he collapses from the lack of blood flow and the agonizing pain pummeling his heart until it’s scarcely beating. I want him to hurt so badly that he can barely breathe while strips tear from his heart. I want him to feel everything I’m feeling. To hurt as much as I do. I want all that. But I can’t convince myself it’s the truth. Because I love him too much. I don’t want him to hurt like that.

Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.

Logan owns my heart, and he always will. Whether he is aware or not. Whether he wants it or not. That much I know with absolute conviction.

My friends back in Chicago think I’m crazy when I talk about you. They keep telling me that I’m too young to feel this way. I’m not too young, Charley. I know with more certainty than I’ve ever had about anything in my life that you’re my future. I know that when we’re ready, after college or whatever, we’re going to get married and that you’re going to be the mother of my kids. I know that deep in my gut. --Jake

My brain was so noisy and opinionated that it drowned out my heart.

No one can replace Logan in my heart. I have willingly given it to him, and nothing or no one will ever change my mind. Logan is all I’ll ever want.

Neither of us fit in, so instead we fit together.

There was never a time when she felt herself falling. It wasn’t until she crashed, heart first and head last, that she realized she had fallen at all.

We love each other. You love me, you do.” His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.

They drove back to her house in silence. Terrance pulled the car into the driveway and turned off the engine. Turning toward her, he said, “Khadejah, I really like you a lot and I don’t want to hurt you. But I’m not a virgin and I like to have sex. If we’re going to keep seeing each other, you’ve got to make a decision, because if I can’t get it from you I’ll get it from someone else.” He looked her straight in her tear-filled eyes. “I need to know whether to get a room for after the concert. Let me know tomorrow.” He reached over and opened her door. Khadejah didn’t say a word. She got out of the car and went into the house. Terrance sat there for a few minutes wondering if he was being fair. She had to know that he was having sex. Damn, I should feel honored that she’s still a virgin, he thought. Shit, I’ll just have my cake and eat it, too. Ten minutes later, Terrance was knocking on Adrienne’s door. “Hey, can I come in?

This is why I spent so long fighting my feelings for you. You don’t belong in my world. You’re too good for it. For me. I thought I was ready to be who you needed me to be, but I fell at the first hurdle.

Yet I can’t bring myself to derail from her nor can I reject what I feel in the most primitive parts of me: hope. Because that’s what I feel with her, hope that the world can get better. Hope that a normal life can exist someday.

You are a blue rose, Letti. It’s almost impossible that you exist amongst the other roses but you do. You bring wonder to those who are lucky enough to find you. The blue rose is lonely, lost and awaits someone special to believe in them; the same feeling I got from you the day we met. Blue roses are incomprehensible and mysterious. And so are you.

You need to tell me why it won’t work.” “Because you’re seventeen and I’m eighteen. Because your first love isn’t supposed to last.