There’s always that one guy who gets a hold on you. Not like your best friend’s brother who gets you in a headlock kind of hold. Or the little kid you’re babysitting who attaches himself to your leg kind of hold.
I’m talking epic. Life changing. The “can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t do your homework, can’t stop giggling, can’t remember anything but his smile” kind of hold. Like, Wesley and Buttercup proportions. Harry and Sally. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The kind of hold in all your favorite ’80s songs, like the “Must Have Been Love”s, the “Take My Breath Away”s, the “Eternal Flame”s—the ones you sing into a hairbrush-microphone at the top of your lungs with your best friends on a Saturday night.
Stichwörter: love crush break-up boy-trouble
You like him, Rose. Why don't you just admit that, at least to me?
Louise RozettStichwörter: friends love secrets crush admiting
I jumped at the sound of my last name. I get started frequently, because I spent most of my time in my own head. With Jake. Reality was not nearly as much fun.
Sariah WilsonStichwörter: crush startled in-head
Cowboys don’t go around breaking hearts.
Missy LyonsStichwörter: broken-heart cowboy cowboys crush cowboy-romance wetsern-romance
One of the greatest source of danger in life is to find the right path and stand on it. If you find the right way, run on it, don't stand on it. Something may be coming from behind; it will surely crush you when you are static.
Israelmore AyivorStichwörter: success progress road danger path food-for-thought move forward way crush extra behind stand move-forward extra-mile static
To live for the hope of something isn’t really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca’s bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne.
Mark A. RaynerStichwörter: love death hope live living child lust failure live-life fail lovers hopeless hopelessness ash shower living-life tools wash hopes crush ashes toys puppy-love tool showers toy stench luv wash-away
Baby, football isn't my dream" he said, kissing my forehead. "You are".
Nicole WilliamsJude had promised me that the money and the fame wouldn’t change him, and he’d been right. He still swaggered around in his Cons and Levi’s and drank cheap beer, but, most important, he still looked at me like I was his whole world.
Nicole WilliamsStichwörter: crush epilogue jude-ryder lucy-larson
So Jude was still Jude, I was still me, and we were still us. About the only thing that had changed was our bank account, just like he’d promised.
Nicole WilliamsStichwörter: crush jude-ryder lucy-larson
My life wasn’t how I planned it would be. It wasn’t even close. It was a thousand times better.
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