“I hurt all the damn time because my stupid heart has decided for one reason or another that it can't survive without being next to yours. -Chase” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“What do you love more?” she teased. “My hair or my heart?” “Why give me only two choices? Don’t leave out your legs, your laugh, the way you bite your lip when you’re thinking, the feel of your breath on… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“You think I don’t notice,” I said, smirking. “But I see what you and your Kindle do at night.” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“Watching someone you love go through difficult times is like being trapped in your own body but paralyzed. You want to yell at them,… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“love ice cream, I love pancakes, I love the color blue — bullshit. Because when I said love — I meant I bled for… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“Maybe it's not in the perfection of life that things make sense, but in the chaos.” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, alive or dead, young or old, my heart will always be with yours. Every beat you feel against… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“Moments with a girl like that? I knew they were one in a million and I was on a mission to capture them all.… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“Just don’t give him your everything — not until you know the return will be the same.” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly let anyone completely in. The desire for another human being to know you, all of you, all… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“The man has a mouth on him, let me tell you. His kiss could get a girl pregnant.” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“The danger is never in loving someone — but losing your identity in the process.” — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“We don’t know what’s going to happen, but I can make a promise to you right now. Your hand’s going to be in mine… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
“It’s important to keep your options open. It’s important to live and not get so hung up on the past. The past is called… — Rachel Van Dyken Copy Share Image
