Quotes About Nostalgia

I loved him in a way that you really can only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better, and doesn't want to- it's dizzy, and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

After she left, after that summer, things were the same and they weren't. She and I were still friends, but not best friends, not like we used to be. But we were still friends. She'd know me my whole life. It's hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away part of yourself.

I wish that things could go back to the way they were between us. That you could be you and I could be me, and we'd have fun with each other, and it would be a really sweet first romance that I'll remember my whole life.

The first boy I ever slow danced with. Ever cried over. Ever loved.

That night I lay in bed, thinking about how summer romances really do happen so fast, and then they're over so fast. But the next morning, when I went to the deck to eat my toast, I found an empty water bottle on the steps that led down to the beach. Poland Spring, the kind Cam was always drinking. There was a piece of paper inside, a note. A message in a bottle. The ink was a little smeared, but I could still read what it said. It said, "IOU one skinny-dip.

Stormy, who was larger than life, who taught me how to apply red lipstick "so it lasts even after a night of kisses and champagne," she said. I

started out so easy, so fun, and now we're like strangers. I'll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.

I wanted to memorize it all in case I didn't get to come back again. You never know the last time you'll see a place. A person.

When I'm back in my room in my flannel nightgown, I get out my special flowy pen and my good thick stationery, and I start to write. Not a good-bye letter. Just a plain old love letter. Dear Peter…

Stormy, can you believe we were ever so young?

He could be wearing a red letterman's jacket, driving around in a Corvette with the top down, one arm on the steering wheel, on his way to pick up his girl for the sock hop.

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.

One second you're walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it's like you're in a movie and you've just had your heart brutally broken." Margot

We all look so young. John with his rosy cheeks, Trevor with his chubby ones, Peter with his skinny legs. Underneath the picture I wrote, THE BEGINNING. "Aww," he says tenderly. "Baby Lara Jean and Baby Peter. Where'd you find this?" "In a shoe box." He flicks John's smiling face. "Punk." "Peter!" "Just kidding," he says.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

Wistfully, she says, "I wish I'd been in love more than once. I think you should fall in love at least twice in high school." Then she lets out a little sigh and falls asleep. Margot falls asleep like that ---- one dream sigh and she's off to never-never land, just like that.

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

You know the saddest part? Josh and I will never be friends like we were before. Not after all this. That part's just over now. He was my best friend." I

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

Even now, all these years later, I still read them—Conrad's letters to me when I was studying abroad in Spain. Just every once in a while, I pull them all out and sit down and read each one. I know them all by heart, but they still touch me, they still make me feel it all over again.… To think that once we were both very young, and very far apart, and still finding our way back to each other.

I read his texts over and over. They're spaced minutes apart, so I know he must be fretting over whether I'm mad or not. I don't want to be mad. I just want things to go back to how they were before.

En la universidad, cuando las personas nos pregunten cómo nos conocimos, ¿Cómo les responderemos? La historia es: Crecimos juntos. Pero esa era más la historia con Josh. ¿Novios de preparatoria? Esa era la historia de Gen y Peter. Así que la nuestra ¿Cuál era? Supongo que diré que todo comenzó con una carta de amor.

Looking up at him, I had this sudden thought. Oh my God. I still love you.

Susannah wanted it to be some kind of perfect summer, where parents were still together and everything was the way it had always been. Those kind of summers don't exist anymore, I wanted to tell her.