I still love you, Pidge.”
She didn’t look up. “Don’t. I’m not doing this for you.”
I sucked in a breath, physical pain shooting in all directions in my chest. “I know.

¡Llamaré a tu padre! -Y él probablemente me golpeará en el hombro y me dirá que ya era hora!

¿Qué estamos haciendo, Pidge? —Tú dímelo.

I didn’t say you’re a bad person. I just don’t like being a foregone conclusion for the sole reason of having a vagina.”
-Abby to Travis

He was mine, and I was his. If I knew anything at all, it was that only those two things mattered.

You’re sorry? I damn near drank myself to death, I could barely get out of bed, I shattered my phone into a million pieces on New Year’s Eve to keep from calling you … and you’re sorry?”
I bit my lip and nodded, ashamed. I had no idea what he’d been through, and hearing his say the words made sharp pain twist inside my chest. “I’m so … so sorry.”
“You’re forgiven,” he said with a grin. “Don’t ever do it again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He flashed his dimple and shook his head. “I fucking love you.” º