There is a world of difference between falling in love and being in love.
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Just One Day
From the New York Times bestselling author of If I Stay Allyson Healey's life is exactly like her suitcase—packed, planned, ordered. Then on the last day of her three-week post-graduation European tour, she meets Willem. A free
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Traveling’s not something you’re good at. It’s something you do. Like breathing. You can’t work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.
Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.
He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.
The people we pretend to be, they're already in us. That's why we pretend to be them in the first place.
No one is who they pretend to be.
Sometimes you can only feel something by its absence. By the empty spaces it leaves behind.
And that's when I understand that I have been stained. Whether I'm still in love with him, whether he was ever in love with me, and no matter who he's in love with now, Willem changed my life. He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.
You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love.
Sometimes the best way to find out what you’re supposed to do is by doing the thing you’re not supposed to do.
Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.