Donna Marchetti > Quotes

“Dear Luca, This must be the tenth time you’ve said that you’re not going to write to me again so I don’t really think I believe you. But just in case I don’t hear from you again, I want you to know that if anyone ever did those things to me, it would be because he’s a shitty person and he doesn’t deserve me. Not the other way around. And if I saw someone treating one of my friends like that, I would kick him in the balls. Love, Naomi”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“He cuts me off, continuing. “I fell so hard for you that I couldn’t even enjoy anyone else’s company, because I had already decided that you were the one. I tried to tell myself that I was holding you up on a pedestal, that you couldn’t be as funny, or beautiful, or amazing as I imagined you were. Before I came to Miami, I had convinced myself that I was wrong for thinking I could be in love with someone I had never met. And then I met you in person, and it turns out I was right. Everything that I thought I felt was real. I fell in love with you all over again.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Speaking of that offer, is it still valid? Because I’d like to come hide away with you if you’ll have me. Just say the word and I’m yours. Love, Luca”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Because I’m not done with you just yet.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Husky Eyes: How’s San Diego? Better than Miami? Naomi: It’s beautiful here. I might never come back. Husky Eyes: You can’t make a big decision like that until after you’ve been on a date with me. Naomi: You must be really sure of yourself to think one date can make me rethink such a big decision. Husky Eyes: It won’t be just one date.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I want to know why you’re so obsessed with my leg hair and the idea of me losing a limb. Is it because you secretly want to come to San Diego and take care of me? I’ll let you tweeze my legs if it means I have you on your knees in front of me.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“don’t want her to miss out on the things that she enjoys just because of me.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I imagine you do underwater surgery on dogs and cats.” To my surprise, he doesn’t seem put off by my dumb jokes.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Pickles for Mr. Pickles!”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I don’t want to let go of him. I could live right here, wrapped up in his arms, and probably die happily.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Now I feel like a jerk for making fun of you.” “I’m not offended,”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I’m sorry, Luca.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“DRESSED TO IMPRESS”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“insane.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I wrote this one more slowly so that your simple Oklahoma mind can keep up. I’m sorry to hear that your parents are brother and sister.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I should have burned it,” she said. “I should have burned all of them. In fact.” She turned out of the room, headed for the kitchen. I followed. She opened a couple of drawers and then, finding a candle lighter, she smiled even wider and held it up. “Time to say goodbye to Naomi.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Dear Naomi, A million microscopic bugs live inside these flowers, and when you smell them, all the bugs will get sucked up into your nostrils and eat away at your cartilage until you don’t have a nose anymore. Xoxo, Luca”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I have every right to be upset,” he says. “Do you really think you’re the only one who’s hurting over this? I fell in love with you, and I lost you.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I don’t burn.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“Luca”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“nonchalance”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“behind”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I wish I had never written back to you. I wish I had chosen a different name out of that damn hat back in fifth grade.” It hurts to hear her say that. “Do you really mean that?” “Yes.” Her voice sounds lower now, like she’s sitting on the floor. I lower myself to the floor so that we’re at the same level.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“if we could be friends on Facebook, and I said no. Maybe that’s what he’s talking about.” “He’s taunting you. I think he wants you to figure out his address and write”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“It’s too bad you’re also just as mean in real life,” he says. “I guess I dodged a bullet.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“He’s my son,” he says.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“She had stayed strong and taken care of me when my father left.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I shouldn’t be thinking of Luca when I’m having such a good time with Jake.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I wonder what his motivations are, and why I’m finally hearing from him after two years. Why now?”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I was angry at my phone, at my father, and in that moment, I was even angry with my mother.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail