If I ever offer to plan your wedding or sweet sixteen or something, do yourself a favor and run away screaming.
Gwen HayesMots clés wedding gwen-hays sweet-sixteen
Apparently, during the ‘80s, nobody really dressed like Madonna except for Madonna.
Gwen HayesJust remember, a dark shadow need light to exist but light doesn't need darkness to be luminous.
Gwen HayesYou're the most open girl in our whole school."
"I don't think she meant that in a good way.
It’s true that I never want to hurt you. But I can’t promise you that I never would" -Haden
Gwen HayesAre you sure you're a girl?"
I shrugged, "Most of the time.
Mots clés so-over-you gwen-hayes
As a young girl I thought, with fervent hope, that ten years was some kind of magic formula. That if I were seventeen instead of seven, I would know how to handle myself better in a situation. That a passing decade would fill in all the cracks where I ached, by adding wisdom or, at the very least, understanding.
Gwen HayesHe smiled. I was unprepared for my reaction to the most potent weapon Haden had in his arsenal—a real smile, one that reached his eyes.
One genuine emotion was enough to unravel my life from the security of everything I’d ever known.
For seventeen years, I’d tried to live Father’s way. Each step measured, my words carefully chosen. In his fortress of fears, I grew up—but not strong. I yearned to replace the hole in his heart left by my mother, so my life never belonged to me. My own heart was my weakest muscle, never exercised, never even flexed.
Suddenly, I understood that it still miraculously worked. And it was full. So full it felt like rays of sunshine were bursting through my chest, poking out of me in radiant splendor. Haden spellbound me and life changed to Technicolor. In his smile, I felt the bindings that tethered my spirit rip away.
Every time that boy smiles, somewhere a puppy died.
Gwen HayesI went home that day, and I wrote your name over and over on a piece of paper. I must have written it a hundred times. My mom found the paper a few days later in my sock drawer. She wanted to know why I'd done that..."
I wanted to know why more than anything I'd ever remembered wanting, but a part of me hoped he'd chicken out.
"I told her I liked the way your name made my heart jump.
Mots clés jimmy-foster layney-logan
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