Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought, Come back. Be the you I love and remember

— Jenny Han

Wait!" he yelled. I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped. Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would.

— Jenny Han

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. In his eyes, there was no trace of what had happened between us earlier, and I could feel something inside me break. So that was that. We were finally, finally over. I looked at him, and I felt so sad, because this thought occurred to me: 'I will never look at you the same way again. I'll never be that girl again. The girl who comes running back every time you push her away, the girl who loves you anyway.' I couldn’t even be mad at him, because this was who he was. This was who he’always been. He’d never lied about that. He gave and then he took away. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, the familiar ache, that lost, regretful feeling only he could give me. I never wanted to feel it again. Never, ever. Maybe this was why I came, so I could really know. So I could say goodbye. I looked at him, and I thought, 'If I was very brave or very honest, I would tell him.' I would say it, so he would know it and I would know it, and I could never take it back. But I wasn’t that brave or honest, so all I did was look at him. And I think he knew anyway.' I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.' I was the one to look away first.

— Jenny Han

When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

— Jenny Han

When it's finals week, and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the night. The biggest Slurpee you can find, half cherry half Coke. Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally, dace breaks. Lots of dance breaks.

— Jenny Han

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. Furthermore, it was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

— Jenny Han

When you lose someone, and it hurts, that's when you know the love was real.

— Jenny Han

Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?

— Jenny Han

You can't protect him from being hurt, babe, no matter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt...it's all a part of being in love.

— Jenny Han

You only know you can do something if you keep on doing it

— Jenny Han