You once said you loved me. Do you still?" My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.
I don't deserve you. You know that, querida, don't you? (Alex)
Three things Marco taught me today race through my mind: boys will lie to your face just to have sex with you, don't trust any boy who says I love you, and never date a boy who lives on the south side of Fairfield.
You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.
I love you because you’re the only person I want to make love to without any conditions and—and I love that you need me.
I want to be wherever you are.
Don't be afraid to be unique. Love yourself before you love another.
From the moment I laid eyes on you I couldn't stop looking at you. From the moment we talked I couldn't stop arguing with you. From the moment we kissed I couldn't stop kissing you. And from the moment we shared our hopes, fears and insecurities I couldn't stop loving you.
Since you came back from summer break, our entire relationship is about fooling around. We never talk anymore, and I'm sick of feeling guilty for not ripping my clothes off and spreading my legs to prove I love you.
I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you, I couldn't.
This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?
Just the fact that you need me to prove I love you is probably a clue it isn’t working