“We hide our feelings, we hide our past, we hide our true intentions. There's no way to know what's real anymore.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“We’re all guilty of hiding things—it’s the nature of the world today. We hide our feelings, we hide our pasts, we hide our true intentions. There’s no way to know what’s real anymore.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“he lets me take the orders, standing at my side like my own personal Mexican food encyclopedia” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“You’ll make a sucky father someday,” I tell him with a smile. “I feel sorry for the kid that doesn’t get to burst into… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“To fall in love with him even though I was right here?” “You’re not really my type, Abe,” I say. “I’m too handsome?” He… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“For a brief second I remember everything about who and what I used to be. But most of all, I remember Harlin. And I… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“It’s nice to see Cameron has friends again,” she whispers to me. “I’ve been worried about him.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“He said that some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“I realize then that I’m filled with memories, both mine and Charlotte’s. It’s like I’ve lived one full life and not two separate ones.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“There is still so much I want to know, want to ask. But before I can say anything else, the world stops. There’s silence… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“Harlin needs you,” she whispers. “He loves you too much.” I smile a little. “I know. But I like that about him.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“Suicide is a behavioral contagion. It's old adage "If all your friends jumped off a bridge, then would you, too?" Apparently, the answer is… — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“Evan sniffles and looks up at me. “But I made it for you,” he says.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
“It’s nice to meet you, Elise,” he says, a slow, sexy smile pulling at his lips. “I’m Harlin.” — Suzanne Young Copy Share Image
