Paula

“It's over. Go home.
You're my home.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“I look at her there in the shadows of the shut-down city, her hair falling onto her face, and I can see her trying to figure out if I’ve lost it. And I have to fight the urge to take her by the shoulders and slam her against a shuttered building until we feel the vibrations ringing through both of us. Because I suddenly want to hear her bones rattle. I want to feel the softness of her flesh give, to hear her gasp as my hip bone jams into her. I want to yank her head back until her neck is exposed. I want to rip my hands through her hair until her breath is labored. I want to make her cry and then lick up the tears. And then I want to take my mouth to hers, to devour her alive, to transmit all the things she can’t understand.”
― Gayle Forman, Where She Went

“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“You were so busy trying to be my savior that you left me all alone.”
― Gayle Forman, Where She Went