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.
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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
In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.
And the bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more, you're all good.
It shouldn't be easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It's the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.
Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.
Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.
Don’t be a fool. Don’t give up something important to hold onto someone who can’t even say they love you.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
One summer and one boy, and suddenly...things weren’t the same.
"Maybe not," she said as we came to the car. "But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is always the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works.
Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It’s, like, part of you for good.
I hadn't said goodbye. It had been easier, like always, to just disappear, sparing myself the messy details of another farewell.
Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.