That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.

I can see now that it's the little things, the small efforts, that keep a relationship going. And I know now that too in some small measure I have the power to hurt him and also the power to make it better.

He's giving me that look - sympathetic but also exasperated and mystified, like How is it possible that my sane and reasonable DNA created such a crazy daughter?

I don't think relationships are just about physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips. Or any other part. (Lara Jean to Peter Kavinsky)

All this? It's a privilege to worship at this temple, do you understand my meaning? Not just any young fool can approach the throne. Remember my words, Lara Jean. You decide who, how far, and how often, if ever. (Stormy)

It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place?That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that?