"I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself, too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave."
John Green, Looking for Alaska (via hanthelion)
I SERIOUSLY WANT TO HAVE THIS BOOK
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