Too many locks, not enough keys.
Sarah DessenTags: inspirational life-quotes
She shook her head. "Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone
who doesn't appreciate and value you. "
"You said the other day life was long," I shot back. "Which is it?"
"It's both," she said, shrugging. "It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always
changing.
Donneven," I said, in my best Monica imitation, and he laughed. "We're not talking about me."
"We could be," he said, as I watched Bert take note of a group of what looked like ninth graders who had just
come into the living room.
"I'm not gorgeous," I said.
"Sure you are."
I just shook my head, knowing this was him evading the question. "You," I said, "have this whole tall, dark
stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit."
"Bit?"
"You know what I mean."
He shook his head, clearly discounting this description. "And you," he said, "have that whole blonde, cool
and collected, perfect smart girl thing going on."
"You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with," I said.
"You," he replied, "are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.
Okay, so if that's not real, what
is? What counts, to you?"
He thought for a second, then said, "I don't know. Just because someone's pretty doesn't mean she's decent.
Or vice versa. I'm not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting."
I wasn't sure what answer I'd expected. But this wasn't it. For a second, I just sat there, letting it sink in.
"You know," I said finally, "saying stuff like that would make girls even crazier for you. Now you're cuteand
somewhat more attainable. If you were appealing before, now you're off the charts.
You and Wes," she said, triumphant, "are just likethis ."
She was holding a book, a paperback romance. The title, emblazoned in gold across the cover, wasForbidden
, and the picture beneath it was of a man in a pirate outfit, eye patch and all, clutching a small, extremely
busty woman to his chest. In the background, there was a deserted island surrounded by blue water.
"We're pirates?" I said.
She tapped the book with one fingernail. "This story," she said, "is all about two people who can't be together
because of other circumstances. But secretly, they pine and lust for each other constantly, the very fact that
their love is forbidden fueling their shared passion."
"Did you just make that up?"
"No," she said, flipping the book over to read the back cover. "It's right here! And it's totally you and Wes.
You can't be together, which is exactly why you want to be. And why you can't admit it to us, because that
would make it less secret and thus less passionate.
You knew the truth all along, Colie. That's all matters. You knew.
Sarah DessenI'm really interested in the idea of anomynity and familiarity. And sunglasses, you know, are so indicatitve of that. I mean, they're worn by some people to hide themselves. But they're also a fashion statement, meant to be noticed. So there's a dichotomy there.
Sarah DessenTags: keeping-the-moon
Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.
Sarah DessenIt’s the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth.
Sarah DessenTags: inspirational along-for-the-ride
It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.
Sarah DessenTags: love
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