I can't pretend to know what love is. It just is.
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David Levithan
David Levithan (born September 7, 1972) is an American young adult fiction author and editor. His first book, Boy Meets Boy, was published by Knopf Books for Young Readers in 2003. He has written numerous works featuring strong male gay characters, most notably Boy Meets Boy and Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List. At 19, Levithan received an internship at Scholastic Corporation where he began working on the The Baby-sitters Club series. Levithan still works for Scholastic as an editorial director. Levithan is also the founding editor of PUSH, a young-adult imprint of Scholastic Press focusing on new voices and new authors. PUSH publishes edgier material for young adults and is where Patricia McCormick got her start with 2002's Cut. In an interview with Barnes & Noble, Levithan claimed that he learned how to write books that were both funny and touching from Judith Viorst's Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. He continues to work as both a writer and editor saying, "I love editing just as much, if not more than writing". Levithan's first collaboration with Rachel Cohn, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, was published in 2006 and adapted for the big screen in 200
Getting what you want is just as difficult as not getting what you want. Because then you have to figure out what to do with it instead of figuring out what to do without it.
How to be alone: Remember that at any given moment here are a thousand things you can love
'All I want is you' is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.
I'm not good at relationships I always manage to find the flaws sometimes in others but mostly my own. I foretell the ending then go and create the cause save myself and end up alone.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always…
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it.
There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you’ve taken from me, everything I’ve given you, and the waste of all the time I’ve spent on us.
It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can’t even make the comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It’s simply a matter of is and is no longer.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always…
There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you’re in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself.
'It was a mistake,' you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.
Fuck you for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The…
It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air;…
I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.
'I want you to spend the night,' you said. And it was definitely your phrasing that ensured it. If you had said, 'Let’s have sex,' or 'Let’s go to my place,' or even 'I really want you,' I’m not sure we would have gone quite as far as we did. But I loved the notion that the night was mine to spend,…
I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.
You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
I just want you to be happy. If that’s with me or with someone else or with nobody. I just want you to be happy.