Tell him my girl comes before football. Tell him my girl's breakfast comes before football.
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Mom told me that love is like a seed. You've got to plant it to grow. But that's not all. You need to water it. The sun needs to shine enough, but not too much. The roots have to take hold," he continued, narrowing his eyes in concentration. "And from there, if it pops its head above the surface, there are about a million things that could kill it, so it takes a whole lot of luck too.
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That it doesn't matter why I ran," he said, staring at me without blinking, "because I came back. I'll always come back, Luce. No matter how many rip-roaring fights we have and no matter how many miscommunications we have. I'll always come back because you're where I belong.
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Better make it a good one.
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Jude 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.
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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.
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Ese chico roto en la playa parecía como hace una vida. Los años habían pasado, colegio y la NFL, matrimonio y un bebé, pero de vez en cuando, cuando Jude miraba hacia mí y me daba esa lenta mirada, con esa sonrisa conocida en él, yo era esa chica en bikini negro de nuevo, anhelando por un chico que nunca pensé que podría ser mío.
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—Espero que les guste —dijo papá mientras colocaba la Piccata de pollo delante de Jude. Mirando hacia mí, con sus ojos llenos de intención, Jude respondió—: Ya lo hace.
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Hui esa noche porque tenía miedo, y el hecho de que me escape cuando más me necesitabas me aterrorizo aun más y eso es en lo que he estado pensando sin parar, todo el día, cada día desde el sábado en la noche y, ¿quierés saber lo que ocurrió? —me pregunto apoyando su frente contra la mía. Con está distancia sus ojos eran todo mi campo de visión. —¿Qué? —dije, casi besándolo porque nuestros labios estaban muy cerca. —Qué no importa por lo que huya —dijo, mirándome sin pestañear—, porque regresare, siempre regresare. No importa cuántas peleas escándalozas tengamos y no importa cuántos errores de comunicación tengamos, siempre regresare, porque te pertenezco.
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Then, lifting me up, his head fell back and he opened his mouth wide. “Once I let Lucy Larson into my heart! I was able to take my sad, shitty song and make it better!” he sung, off key and at full volume. Some of the students around us tipped their beers at him, some broke in during the “Nah, nah, nah,” chorus, and a few looked at him like he was a crazy man.
But I just laughed—I already knew he was crazy. And I loved him for it. “I think that’s called taking creative liberties with the lyrics.
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