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.
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.
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…
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.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Relationships don’t always make sense. Especially from the outside.
You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.
It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.