colleen-hoover

How your heart can possibly find a way to love and trust a man again proves that I've fallen in love with the bravest woman I've ever known. I know how much courage it took for you to allow me in after what your father did to you. And I swear I will spend every last breath thanking you for allowing yourself to love me. Thank you so much for loving me, Linden Sky Hope.

Now I know it__ because somewhere in my mind, I still harboured hatred and fear for that man, so it was just easier to erect the brick wall and never look back.

Ugh! I absolutely hate lust. Hate. It. Every fiber of my being knows he__ not a good person, yet my body doesn't seem to give a shit at all.

This is why I choose not to have real-life girlfriends. I can__ even pretend without starting a fight.

She's familiar. My only familiar thing in a world of inconsistency and confusion.

Like any author worth a shit - she parted with a piece of her soul.

I'm not even going to tell you what I think about what just happened in there. But I know it sucked and I have no idea why you aren't crying right now, but I know your heart hurts, and maybe even your pride. So fuck school. We__e going for ice cream.

No, Sky. You didn't tell her everything_you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I loved all those years ago, and they happened to the best friend I love who__ looking back at me right now.

I'm really hoping he__ being genuine because I can already tell he isn't the kind of guy a girl gets a simple crush on. He__ the kind of guy you fall hard for, and the thought of that terrifies me. I don__ really want to fall hard for anyone at all, especially someone who__ only making an effort because he thinks I'm easy. I also don__ want to fall for someone who has already branded himself hopeless. But I'm curious. So curious.

Some of the things he__ said over the past few days are starting to make sense, and I begin to feel more and more like the people I despise. He told me outright that he would answer anything if I just asked, yet I chose to believe the rumours about him instead. No wonder he was so irritated with me. I was treating him just like everyone else treats me.

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good, yet hurt so achingly bad.

Don__, Mom._ I begin walking toward her, but I can see the mist forming in her eyes. __o, no, no._ By the time I reach her, it__ too late. She__ bawling. If there__ one thing I can__ stand, it__ crying. Not because it makes me emotional, but because it annoys the hell out of me. And it__ awkward.

I know it__ hard for you to allow yourself to feel this. You've gone so long training yourself to block the feelings and emotions out any time someone touches you.

and that's where love finds you... in the tragedies.

I know my mouth is agape and my eyes are wide, but I'm relieved that hope isn't a tangible thing, because everyone around me would see mine crumbling.