Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle–it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act if self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?
— Allyson Braithwaite Condie, First Day

You two are too cute, the counter girl

You two are too cute, the counter girl said, setting two cups piled with whipped cream on the counter. She had a sort of lopsided, open smile that made me think she laughed a lot. Seriously. How long have you been going out?
Sam let go of my hands to get his wallet and took out some bills. Six years.
I wrinkled my nose to cover a laugh. Of course he would count the time that we?d been two entirely different species.
Whoa. Counter girl nodded appreciatively. That?s pretty amazing for a couple your age.”
Sam handed me my hot chocolate and didn?t answer. But his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively?I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.
I crouched to look at the almond bark on the bottom shelf in the counter. I wasn?t quite bold enough to look at either of them when I admitted, Well, it was love at first sight.
The girl sighed. That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don?t you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.
— Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver