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339 pages, Hardcover
First published August 14, 2014
“There’s no story,” I say. “I saw you one day, and I just knew."
“I like Josh so much that I actually feel miserable.”
“I’m dizzy. It physically hurts to look at him.”
“'There's no story,' I say. 'I saw you one day, and I just knew.'”
"Josh is a beautiful, messy, passionate work of art, and I'm … a blank canvas."
"We were only given five minutes to say goodbye. I cried again. He used his favourite pen to ink the four letters L-O-V-E onto my fingers."
"His breathing is shallow. Rapid. I lower myself onto him. We gasp. Our arms wrap around each other, and we move together, watching each other, checking in with each other with our eyes. Is this okay? What about this? This?
It builds. Faster.
I want him closer. I want him deeper. I want him, want him, want him. His eyes close and so do mine, and we finish as we started. Together." [End of chapter]
"I want you to know that I love you", Josh says. "And I want to be with you. No matter what happens."
My eyes fill back with tears. "Don't say that."
"It might happen."
"Don't say that!"
His shell is cracking. "I love you. Do you still love me?"
"She's wrong. There's only one boy. And who am I to become without him?"
"We were only given five minutes to say goodbye. I cried again. He used his favourite pen to ink the four letters L-O-V-E onto my fingers. He held my face with both hands. "I love you", he said. "I love you. I love you."
I could hardly see him through my tears. "I love you." I said. "I love you. I love you."
Josh is a romantic. He likes being in love, and he craves love to fill the void left by his absentee parents. Maybe our relationship didn't happen quickly because we're perfect for each other, but because we each got swept away by it - him because of this insatiable need, me because of my pre existing crush. Did those three years of longing cloud my perception of reality? How well do I really know him?
"Amanda was the Emily Middlestone of last year - the school's most popular mean girl."
Finally, thank you for Jarrod Perkins. I'm crying now just because I typed your name. I love you more than anyone. Ever. Times a hundred million billion. Etienne, Cricket and Josh - they were all you, but none of them came even close. You are my best friend. You are my true love. You are my happily ever after.
"Finishing Lola was the hardest thing that I have ever done. It left me mentally, physically, and spiritually barren. I was close to quitting . . . everything. It's taken me a long time to recover, and I'm only feeling like myself again now, about six months later. As I've learned with many hard situations in life, the only thing that can really heal a person is time.[if you wish to read more, it might be on Steph's blog, but I took it from here.]
What I'm saying is this: I need more time."
I’m eighteen, and my parents took away my phone.
“There's no story,' I say. 'I saw you one day, and I just knew.”