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21 " He's not getting under my skin, he's becoming part of it. I dont think I can walk away from him now without tearing a good chunk of myself apart. "
― Kristen Callihan , Dear Enemy
22 " He's not getting under my skin, he's becoming a part of it. I don't think I can walk away from him now without tearing a good chunk of myself apart. "
23 " Delilah, you are the only person alive who truly knows me for me. That used to piss me off. But now? It feels like a lifeline. "
24 " He's not getting under my skin, he's becoming part of it. I don't think I can walk away from him now without tearing a good chunk of myself apart. "
25 " My mother once told me that if you have something truly important to say, write it in a letter. Not an email or text or typed out. But to put pen to paper. A person’s handwriting, the places they press harder on the page, the blots and errors in the ink, show their soul. Put your thoughts in a letter, and the receiver has a record of it forever, not just a memory but something they can pull out and touch when they need a reminder. "
26 " Mama used to say the brain can lie to you, but the heart always knows the truth. "
27 " Mama used to say the brain can lie to you, but the heart always knows the truth.” I shrug. “Problem is, most of us would rather believe the lie than face the truth. "
28 " The second she walked back into my life, I became aware of two uncomfortable but undeniable facts: I am lonely as hell, and Delilah Baker feels like home. "
29 " Mama waves a hand. “That doesn’t mean anything. You know, they say boys are meanest to the girls they like the best.” “I hate that saying. Meanness is meanness. To tell a girl that there’s some sort of benevolent action behind it all is to say that it’s okay for her to be victimized. "
30 " You used to say we were like gas and oil. And that was not a good thing.” She bats that away with a flick of her wrist. “Gas and oil are combustible. Not ideal when you have two children fighting. But it’s an entirely different matter when you’re talking about love. "
31 " I stay completely still as she walks my way, those rounded hips swaying. God, I love the way she walks. I love the way the sun gilds her skin golden brown. I love the way her butterscotch eyes always seem to see right through me. I love . . "
32 " knew what a happy relationship looked like; my parents’ marriage was ideal. And yet whenever I thought of falling in love, I’d feel slightly ill and unsettled. Love is risk. For me, opening myself up to certain risks meant opening myself up to pain. "