Colleen Hoover

How do you not fall in love with him?"The tears begin flowing just as quickly as they were ceasing._I grab yet another tissue. _"I don't not fall in love with him. I don't not fall in love with him a lot!

God Layken. How do you do it?" she says. "How do I do what?" I sniff as I continue to wipe the tears from my eyes. "How do you not fall in love with him?" The tears begin flowing just as quickly as they had ceased_.."I don't not fall in love with him. I don't not fall in love with him a lot!

Life happens. Shit happens. And it happens a lot. To a lot of people.

I've done nothing for the past five years but try to be the hero who protects her. The problem? Heroines don't need protecting.

Maybe I__ not the hero to her I've always tried so hard to be, because right now, I feel as if she doesn't even need a hero. Why would she? She has someone so much stronger than I__l ever be for her. She has herself.

Never judge others. You both know good and well how unexpected events can change who a person is. Always keep that in mind. You never know what someone else is experiencing within their own life.

Your name. That__ all I want._ I debate on whether or not I should explain to him that my name isn't going to help him in his stalking endeavours.

It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

Karen shuts the back door and turns to me. __ou know I trust you, but please___on__ get pregnant,_ I interrupt. __ know, I know. You__e been saying that every time you leave for the past two years. I__ not getting pregnant, Mom. Only terribly high and cracked out.__he laughs and hugs me. __ood girl. And wasted. Don__ forget to get really wasted.

It__ killing me, baby,_ he says, his voice much more calm and quiet. __t__ killing me because I don__ want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I__ not ready to tell you I__ in love with you, because I__ not. Not yet. But whatever this is I__ feeling__t__ so much more than just like. It__ so much more. And for the past few weeks I__e been trying to figure it out. I__e been trying to figure out why there isn__ some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn__ 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.

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__ get what people gain out of doing things like this if they don__ even own up to it.Like the note that was stuck to my locker this morning. All it said was, __hore.__eally? Where__ the creativity in that? They couldn__ 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__ locker,I__ at least have the courtesy of entertaining whoever reads it in the process. I__ write something interesting like, __ saw you in bed with my boyfriend last night. I really don__ 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__e welcome, passersby.

Whatever connection we thought we had before this...it doesn't compare to this moment. No matter what happens between us in life, this moment has just merged pieces of our souls together. Well always have that, and in a way it's comforting to know.

I think I'd rather be heading to detention right now than to talk to him. My stomach is tied up in so many knots it could make a boy scout envious.

I can't help but watch his lips as they cover the opening of the bottle that my lips were just touching. We're practically kissing.

Does not-your boyfriend realize I'm Mormon?"I nod. "It turns out, Holder doesn't have an issue with Mormons at all. He just has an issue with assholes.

I stop stretching and face him, unwilling to back down from this visual standoff. I'm not going to let him perform his little Jedi mind tricks on me, no matter how much I wish I could perform them on him. He__ completely unreadable and even more unpredictable. It pisses me off.

It's amazing what the sound of a voice you've been longing to hear can do to your heart. He spoke five words just now, but in the time it took him to speak those five words, my heart was shredded and minced, then placed back inside my chest with the expectation that it should somehow know how to beat again.

You have a nice mouth," he says. "I can't stop looking at it.""You should taste it. It's quite lovely.