94 Quotes About Second-chance-romance

Go ahead." That's all I say. Those two words, go ahead. Destroy me with what you are going to tell me. Bring me back to that night and pray it doesn't cripple me again.

A sharp pain jackknifes my insides, and I can’t stop the sob that rips from my mouth, so primitive and raw it could have come straight from my soul.Loving him the way I do, it physically hurts.

Convincing Lana I forgive her for what she did is the least of it.I have years of stupid mistakes to make up for.

Even after all the hurt and the pain, I still love you so much. Probably too much for someone my age. I used to believe it was because we were made for each other. That we had a special kind of love most people never find. Now, I wonder if it’s the opposite. If we were put together to show the destructive side of love.You have always been my light and my dark.My sun and shadow.My strength and weakness.You bring out the best and the worst in me.

I don’t know how to exist without him,” I admit truthfully. “He has always been a part of me, and trying to survive without him is slowly chipping away at my soul, yet the hurt still exists, refusing to go away. It devastated me, Liv, and it turns my stomach every time I think of it, yet the images won’t go away. They are as sharp in my mind as if I was an actual fly on the wall. If there was a defining moment, that was definitely it.

Come on, Lana,” Liv groans. “Stop keeping me in suspense. Get to the juicy stuff.”I fling my pillow at her. “Hey! This isn’t the latest soap opera we’re discussing. This is my life!”“Your life with the Kennedys,” she swoons, tossing the pillow back at me. “That sounds like a soap opera I’d watch.

POPPY (on Christine and Jared's second chance): Mom couldn’t stand up for what she needed, and he was a force of nature. They’ve found a balance now, but she needed to grow up before that could happen.

It isn’t the perfect ‘fairytale love story’ I read about when I was a little girl. The ones with the perfect Prince Charming and the sweet and innocent princess. Instead, I fell in love with the Harley riding ‘bad boy’, and Lawson fell for the southern belle with a wild streak a mile wide. But if you ask me, I think eight-year-old me would love the way our happily ever after turned out.

What we tell ourselves, will ourselves to believe, the circumstances we create, the decisions we make, are indicative, I believe, of our hearts.