Quotes About Affection

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

He didn't give me flowers or candy. He gave me the moon and the stars. Infinity -Belly Conklin-

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

You Are The Milk To My Shake, forever and ever. Love, J

I still don't think it's pathetic to cry over someone. It just means you care about them deeply and you're sad.

You can't put being in love on a scale. Either you are or you aren't.

He looks at you a lot. When you're not paying attention. He looks at you, to see if you're having a good time.

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

The thing was, Jeremiah was right. I did love him. I knew the exact moment it became real too. Conrad got up early to make a special belated Father's Day breakfast, only Mr. Fisher hadn't been able to come down the night before. He wasn't there the next morning the way he was supposed to be. Conrad cooked anyway, and he was thirteen and a terrible cook, but we all ate it. Watching him serving rubbery eggs and pretending not to be sad, I thought to myself, I will love this boy forever.

He made it so hard not to love him. When he was sweet like this, I remembered why I did. Used to love him, I mean. I remembered everything.

Why is it so hard to say no to him? Is this what it's like to be in love with somebody?

I don't want to forget any of this. The way he's looking at me at this very moment. How, when he kisses me, I still get shivers down my back, every time. I want to hold on to everything so tight.

i worried he'd let go, but he didn't. We held hands like this the whole rest of the way home.

I wondered if it was possible to take someone's pain away with a kiss. Because that was what i wanted to do, take all of his sadness and pour it out of him, comfort him, make the boy i knew come back.

I whispered "I'm not," even though I was. Not scared of him, but scared of everything I felt. Sometimes it was too much. What I felt for him was bigger than the world, than anything.

I have a feeling that when I'm Stormy's age, these everyday moments will be what I remember: Peter's head bent, biting into a chocolate chip cookie; the sun coming through the cafeteria window, bouncing off his brown hair; him looking at me.

But you're the most special to me, because you're the girl I love, Lara Jean

You know how I know she's your most important person? You pick her every time.

And then he smiled at me, and he was Jeremiah again. Susannah's boy, sunshine and smiles. Her little angel.

Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always. Conrad at twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, even seventeen years old. For the rest of my life, I would think of him fondly, the way you do your first pet, the first car you drove. Firsts were important.

She wanted letters. Real letters written in his handwriting on actual paper that she could hold and keep and read whenever the mood struck her. They were proof, solid and tangible, that someone was thinking about her.

To love a boy, to have him love you back. It feels miraculous.