I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
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Sarah Dessen
Sarah Dessen (born June 6, 1970) is an American writer who lives in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. 2Early life and education Sarah Dessen was born in Evanston, Illinois, on June 6, 1970. Dessen was born to Alan and Cynthia Dessen, both professors at the University of North Carolina. As a teenager, Dessen was very shy and quiet. She became involved with a 21-year-old when she was 15 but cut all contact with him shortly after. She has admitted in an interview that "for many years afterward, I took total blame for everything that happened between me and T. After all, I was a bad kid. I'd did drugs, I lied to my mom. You can't just hang out with a guy and not expect him to get ideas, I told myself. You should have known better." She worked at a children's shoe store when she was in high school at Chapel Hill High School. She was fired during the annual summer sidewalk sal
You know, when it works, love is pretty amazing. It's not overrated. There's a reason for all those songs.
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater... The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences.
Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship…
Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.
Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said ‘friendly'…
Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn't make you strong. if anything, it makes you weaker. Because you're doing it out of fear.
And guys don't get attached, guys don't give themselves over completely, and guys lie. That's why they should be handled with great trepidation, not trusted, and held at arm's length whenever possible.
No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship…
What had he said to me that first day? Something about natural chemistry. He claimed he’d noticed it right from the start, and maybe it was an explanation, of sorts, of why we kept coming together, again and again.
And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.
And no relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater. But, the love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And thats the key. It's like a big pie chart, and the love in a…
If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.
Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big way, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.
I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.
I don't know. Just because someone's pretty doesn't mean she's decent. Or vice versa. I'm not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting.