The Truth About Forever

Book Written by Sara Dessen
 
"It's all in the view. That's what I mean about forever, too. For any one of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count."

"That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking."

"But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all."

‎"Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time. "

"What you have to decide... is how you want your life to be. If your forever was ending tomorrow, would this be how you'd want to have spent it? Listen, the truth is, nothing is guaranteed. You know that more than anybody. So dont be afraid. Be alive."

"I finally felt I was on my way. Everyone had a forever, but given a choice, this would be mine. The one that began in this moment, with Wes, in a kiss that took my breath away, then gave it back- leaving me astounded, amazed, and most of all, alive."

‎"he wasn't the type for displays of affetion, either verbal or not. He was disgusted by couples that made out in the hallways between classes, and got annoyed at even the slightest sapppy moments in movies. But I knew he cared about me: he just conveyed it more subtly, as consise with expressing this emotion as he was with everything else. It was in the way he'd put his hand on the small of my back, for instance, or how he'd smile at me when I said something that surprised him. Once I might have wanted more, but I'd come around to his way of thinking in the time we'd been together. And we were together, all the time. So he didn't have to prove how he felt about me. Like so much else, I should just know."

‎"I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered."

"Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we'd found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one."

  This is for my sweetheart. Whom I've missed so much lately. I miss his presence. He's my best friend. He's the one I want to hangout with, spend my time with, be with. He's my other half. I need him to be, I want him to be, and he is. This journey has been so tough, and crazy. It's going by fast but slow at the same time. It's nights like tonight that come every now and then, but I love him. Sometimes its all I can do not to cry, and whine, and give up under pressure. But he doesn't give up on me. He hasn't once complained about how badly he misses me. He doesn't complain that he wants to come home. He doesn't tell me how hard his journey is all by himself in England. He tells me how much he loves me. How special I am to him. How much he cares about me. How he can't wait to be with me. How good of experiences he's having. That he knows this is where he's supposed to be. He's in the Lord's hands, and I'll continue to let him be.

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