“Just because you're scared to like someone doesn't make the like go away.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share Image
“I wanted you. I wanted us. You made all of this... I don't know. It sounds crazy, but you, in my life- knowing you… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“I tell myself that I don't need him. But he's the only person I want right now.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“I watch her duck into the building, a cavern in my chest so huge, I'm sure my next breath will flip me inside out.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“Even when we were together, in those quiet name-whispering moments, he never knew me. Never. And yeah, that was my fault, my choice, but… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“She felt raw, a painting that wasn't dry yet. One hard nudge and she'd smear all over the place.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“This shouldn't make sense," I say. "What?" "Us. You and me." He presses his forehead to mine. "But we do. Maybe it's crazy, yeah,… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“For a long time, when I was a little younger, I thought that was how every girl saw other girls— this mix between beauty… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“He leans forward and gives me a lopsided grin. "Everything about you is unexpected.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“Just because you're scared to like someone doesn't make the like go away.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“If anyone can inspire you to believe in real, honest-to-God love stories again, it's William Shakespeare.” — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“My heart is crushed within me. Here is the truth: You made me love you- your eyes and mouth and voice. You pulled me… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“Sam and me- star-crossed and still entangled up on a hill overlooking the city. On top of the world. I almost laugh at how… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“I guess the world really does end with a whimper, he says after a moment. "A whole lot of quiet, a million things left… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
“When he finally comes out, I edge down a little in the front seat of my car, torn between wanting to disappear and wanting… — Ashley Herring Blake Copy Share
