I miss you

I miss you

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"It's horrible Natatweet. I miss everything about him. The way he would all always smile when he saw me. How he never failed to make me laugh. How his hugs made me feel safe and warm. When he cracks his voice on purpose just to fill the awkward silence. His Hazel/green eyes that were always dilated and how they never failed to change color. His blond hair that, most people only get from a bottle, was soft to the touch. Why does it hurt so bad? Why me?" This is a tragic love story about Skyler and Jack. How they loved each other and didn't know it until three days before Jack had to move. How Skyler and Jack both dealt with it, but why it wasn't really enough.
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"Growing up around fairytales, Disney princesses and teen films, we are raised to believe that happy endings are always in store for us. But more often than not, reality sinks in, and the happy ending doesn't occur. Especially in high school. The main reason I liked this book so much was because it was so real. It was a love that was destined to crumble from the start, and yet, you kept pushing your luck. We've all been there. The late night texts from your crush waking you up to talk about nothing, the unexpected butterflies when you see him, the gross flaws he possess that you don't seem to notice, or the small things he does that turn you on. Most importantly, we learn that love truly is blind. We're unobservant to the world around us when our teenage love obsession is staring down at us with those big, brown, adorable eyes of theirs. And then when we wake up from this dream-like state that is a first love, we realize that he's not this perfect, older, mature man... but this boy."

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