Quotes About Relationship

Trina, when did you figure out that you and my dad were the real thing?" "I don't know. . . . I think I just—decided." "Decided on what?" "Decided on him. On us." She smiles at me. "On all of it.

My mom used to say not to go to college with a boyfriend, because you'll lose out on a true freshman experience." "Well, to be fair, your mom never met Peter Kavinsky.

Peter's mom told me he was talking about transferring to UNC next year. She wanted me to break up with him before he messed up his life for me." "Damn! Peter's mom is kind of a bitch!" "She didn't use those exact words, but that was the gist of it.

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

And Josh was never in a hot tub video with one of his daughters." "Oh my God, let it go already! My dad's forgotten about that." "Forgotten" might be too strong of a word. Maybe more like he's never brought it up again and he hopefully never will.

At college, when people ask us how we met... I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter.

Josh, you break my heart. And you're a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don't love me.

Let's let people think we're a couple.

Is your dad home? I'll ask him.

I said, "How would I know that you wouldn't do it again? How would I be able to trust that?" He got up. For a second I thought he was leaving, and my heart nearly stopped. But then he got down on one knee, right in front of me. Very softly, he said, "You could marry me." At first I wasn't sure I'd heard him right. But then he said it again, this time louder. "Marry me.

I didn't want to see a mark on his face one day and not know how it got there.

she still thinks she owns his ass.

Whatever love was, I was sure they had it. I thought they had it a million times over.

You don't deserve him," she spits out. I

So how was your first date?" Peter asks me, stretching back in his chair. "Tell it to me like it wasn't me that took you." "I liked it when you knew what kinds of movie theater snacks I like." He nods encouragingly. "And…I liked the movie." "Yeah, I got that. You kept shushing me and pointing at the screen." "That man in front of us was getting mad.

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.

We were never a thing, not really, but we almost were, and to me, that's something.

I suppose I'll say it all started with a love letter.

But the really special thing I've included is my letter, the one I wrote to him so long ago, the one that brought us together. I wanted to keep it, but something felt right about Peter having it. One day all of this will be proof, proof that we were here, proof that we loved each other. It's the guarantee that no matter what happens to us in the future, this time was ours.

Peter doesn't like mayonnaise. It's funny the things you pick up in a fake relationship.

She's kind to me, but there's this distrust, this wariness. It's a let's-wait-and-see kind of feeling- let's wait and see when you hurt my son again.

I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you. And Peter does. He sees me, and I see him. Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

Do you realize that we don't have a song? Like a song that's ours?" "Okay, then let's pick one." "It doesn't work like that. You don't just pick your song. The song picks you. Like the Sorting Hat.

His heart is beating while mine is breaking.