Feeling your stomach drop a million feet below you when you see him talk to another girl, hug another girl, flirt with another girl, text another girl, and even breathe the same air next to another girl.
“It’s sweet and everything, but it’s like you’re not even there sometimes. It’s great that you can listen and be a shoulder to someone, but what about when someone doesn’t need a shoulder. What if they need the arms or something like that? You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things.”
“Like what?” I asked. My mouth was dry.
“I don’t know. Like take their hands when the slow song comes up for a change. Or be the one who asks someone for a date. Or tell people what you need. Or what you want.”—Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via perfectshade-ofsadness)