“I have to ask. Why do you like me?” He shifted away from me then, his brows pulled together making him look even cuter, if that was possible. “I don’t understand the question.” His hands were squeezing mine tightly as… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“With a small sigh he squeezed my hand tighter. “I wish you were like me.” — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“Our homework is to start a conversation. I would feel most comfortable doing that with you, if you don’t mind.” — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“Then I’ll hide all the scissors and chewing gum.” It made the entire room grow quiet before he looked over at me. “I know… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“want to ask you a question.” He nodded. “Take me to the dance next weekend.” He tilted his head to the side and frowned.… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“Just because I was attracted to him didn’t mean our friendship had to suffer. It was what would come first, regardless of my feelings.… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“Maybe if we stopped trying to achieve movie standards of greatness, we'd be happy with what we have.” — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“No,” he whispered. “You’re my beautiful Lilly. The one who makes everything right in my world.” — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“I dream of you. And I don’t like it when I can’t talk to you or see you or touch you.” His eyes found… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“It was those words that made me fall in love with him. Right there in that spot. Because he wanted me to be like… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“You were upset. I hurt you. Something must have happened to make you stay away from me. Is that right?” His nose was pressed… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“Because even though the world has a lot of awful in it, there’s beauty, too. If we just take a second to see it.” — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“I used to think there were two kinds of Crayola artists: Ones who color inside the lines and ones who don’t stay within the… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“think we put a lot of pressure on ourselves to be excited about these things. That they’re defining moments we cannot miss out on… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“I have to ask. Why do you like me?” He shifted away from me then, his brows pulled together making him look even cuter,… — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
“You’d like to think it’s a choice to love him, but it’s not, Lilly. You’ve already decided. I can see it on your face.” — Amber L. Johnson Copy Share Image
