Quotes About Affection

So I take Peter's hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, "You have to take good care of this, because it's yours.

You're in love with love

Peter will love Lara Jean with all his heart, always.

Él no me dio flores o dulces. Me dio la luna y las estrellas. El infinito.

I've never gotten a love letter before. But reading these notes like this, one after the other it feels like I have.

He says it with all the certainty only a teenage boy can have, and I have never loved him more than at this very moment.

Peter grabs my hand mid-swat and says, "Wanna hear something funny?" "What?" "I think I started liking you.

Before he goes to the boys' side and I go to the girls' side, I kiss him one more time and I feel like I'm flying.

I like him in sweaters.

Lara Jean, creo que te medio enamoras de cada persona a la que conoces. Es parte de tu encanto. Estás enamorada del amor.

pero no puedes juzgar a quién amas más por la cantidad de tiempo que los amas.

You're keeping me going, Lara Jean." Josh looks at me and I feel it all, every memory, every moment we've ever shared.

And then he's kissing me; his mouth is urgent against mine, like he's searching for some sort of reassurance, some kind of promise only I can give.

So I take Peter's hand; I put it on my heart. I tell him, "You have to take good care of this, because it's yours." He looks at me in such a way that I know for sure--he's never looked at another girl quite like this. And then I'm in his arms, and we're hugging and kissing, and we're both shaking, because we both know--this is the night we become real.

Wanna hear something funny?" "What?" "I think I started liking you.

But I also just wish I could have a hug from my mom on my graduation day.

Love. He said "love." I feel dizzy. I am a girl who is loved, by a boy, and not just her sisters and father and dog.

I like to watch Peter when he doesn't know I'm looking. I like to admire the straight line of his jaw, the curve of his cheekbone. There's an openness to his face, an innocence--a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.

I look at Peter's profile out of the corner of my eye. Sometimes I still can't believe he's mine. The handsomest boy of all the handsome boys is mine, all mine. "What?" he says. "Nothing," I say.

We'll see," I say, because I want to see him make that pouty face I love so much. He makes the face, and I reach up and pat his cheeks. "You're such a baby.

I move to slug him in the shoulder, and he laughs and grab my hand and links my finger with his. It feels like my heart is beating right through my hand. It's the first time we've hold hands for real, and it feels different from those fake times. like electric currents, in a good way. The best way.

All right, then we'll wait. Whatever my girl wants.

Kiss me like you missed me,

Tú no eres la primera —dice Peter—. Pero eres la más especial para mí, porque eres la chica que amo, Lara Jean.