Quotes About Attachment

If I kept you with me, I was going to hurt you somehow. I knew it. I couldn't have it. So I let you go.

There are certain outfits you have that make you feel good every time you wear them, and then there are outfits where you wore them too many times in a row because you liked them so much, and now they just feel like garbage. I'm looking at my closet now and everything is garbage.

I felt it a week before we left, every time. And then of course, when the time came, I was never ready to leave. I wanted to stay forever.

It doesn't matter that they're broken up. He was hers first, which means he's hers always.

His heart is mine, just mine. I believe it now. Mine to protect and care for, mine to break.

I'm a person who saves things. I'll hold on forever.

she still thinks she owns his ass.

Once upon a time I knew his face by heart. I had him memorized.

When he was nearby, my body hummed. When he was away, there was this dull ache. With him near, I felt everything

People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near... It's the goodbyes that are hard.

One day she'll love a boy and want to keep him all to herself and not share his attention with anyone else.

you can't judge who you love the most by how long you love them." -Lara Jean

There's no point in me going to mixers and getting attached to people when I'm only going to be there nine months.

Over his shoulder Conrad said, "Good night, Belly." And that was it. I was in love.

I've barely thought about this place, and now that it's disappearing, I'm sad. It's like all childhood toys, I suppose. It doesn't become important until you don't have it anymore.

Love is scary; it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk.

Love it scary; it changes; it can go away.

But that's just inescapable, right? When you lose someone and it still hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

my stuffed polar bear hugged to his chest.

I didn't fully comprehend what a big part of my life he'd become. He'd become so... familiar to me. And not he's just gone. Not gone, still here, just not available to me, which might be even worse.

It had always been Conrad.

Observando cómo servía esos huevos terribles fingiendo no estar triste, pensé para mí: «Voy a amar a este chico para siempre».

What it must be like, to have a boy like you so much he cries for you?

I grabbed the stuffed polar bear on my dresser and hugged him close to my chest—his name was Junior Mint, Junior for short.