It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.
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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
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.
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.
'Two a.m.' He swallowed, then said, 'You know. The person you can call at two a.m. and, no matter what, you can count on them. Even if they're asleep or it's cold or you need to be bailed out of jail... they'll come for you. It's like, the highest level of friendship.’
...it's pretty rare to find someone you actually like to be with in this world. There are a lot of annoying people out there.
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.
You can’t make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.
My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones… you might as well hold on to them.
The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.
Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.
There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.
Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise. For some people, it's love.
He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn't just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had…
Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part.
But sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something. You know?
It takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.
It’s so easy to get caught up in what people expect of you. Sometimes, you can just lose yourself.
After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.
It's you I've thought of when I'm at my weakest, and you who have pulled me through.