other ya characters: this guy…he’s so dark and mysterious, the way he just hurts everyone around him…including me. i’ve cried so much since i’ve met him, but no no he’s just misunderstood, you don’t understand him! and sure i’ve only known him for 2 days and he has a million secrets, but i’d forfeit my life for his
inej ghafa: kaz is a literal piece of crap. he treats everyone badly, and though he’s never treated me horribly, i still won’t give in unless he shows me he can be more than all of this. until then i’ll be out saving the world because my goals are obviously more important than a relationship
I miss her man, I miss her so much. But how the hell do I tell her that?”, my friend asked me once. It might have been the stupidest question I had ever heard because the answer was so obvious. “You do not tell her, you show her. Show her that you care and show her that her presence makes your day better.
It is so easy to say things but taking actions is the hardest part. // ck.writes
Falling in love. It’s always something that comes unexpected. Suddenly it hits you; you’re in love, just like that. And maybe that’s what makes it so wonderful. Having absolutely no control is scary, but if you just let it happen, beautiful things can come your way.
People like you don’t notice girls like me. You’re the type of person to play sports and hang out with large group of people, whereas I’m the type of person to hang out with a few friends and read a book. Some say opposites attract, but not in my case.
opposites attract // excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9
“I’m not sure,” she whispered, looking down to the ground, “I’m not even sure if I do miss him. I miss the memories, and I miss talking to him and the way he made me feel. But I still don’t know if miss him, you know?“
When a kid falls down, the parents tell them that it’s nothing and that it doesn’t hurt as much and that it isn’t as bad as it looks and that they have to walk it off. I think I became that parent to myself. I asked myself to walk it off even when I couldn’t crawl and I told myself that the mess of my heart wasn’t as bad as it looked even though it was worse and the worst part is that everyone around me believes that I am okay even when I am not. So maybe I am a very good of an actor or nobody cares to look deep enough. And I tell myself that it’s the former and not the latter but who am I kidding, it is the latter.
I think it’s easier to tell yourself that you are doing okay even when you are not. It’s easier to lie to the world when you are good at lying to yourself
Maybe it killed you to see that I could smile without you, that I could laugh with someone who wasn’t you. Maybe you finally realized that I could breathe and live, and that I didn’t need you after all.
Because at some point I got tired of chasing, chasing someone who was never going to come around. I was a fool, going back and forth playing your stupid, little game. The difference between you and I though, I tried to get through to your heart - I cared, I loved, and you didn’t. You could’ve let me in, you should’ve let me in, you needed to let me in.
But you made a decision, and your decision wasn’t me.
It’s terrifying to think this time last year, we were telling each other that our love for the other would never falter. Yet here we are, 365 days later and we haven’t spoken in months and all I can do is remember how special Valentine’s Day was with you last year and how far we have come.
Excerpt from a book I will never write #1219 // Valentine’s Day // excerptsofstories