Allyson Kennedy Quotes
“He once told me not to cry over him, that he wasn’t worth it. That he wasn’t worth being cared about by anyone else. That he was replaceable. Discardable. Trash.
That’s what the world decided he was, but the world never knew Sawyer Alston quite like I did. Despite my love of a lifetime allotting me only ten months’ time, despite Sawyer taking to heart all the wrong things in life, he only ended up being wrong about one thing.
He was worth it to me.”
“Being a songwriter is hard to hide—always doing it in plain sight at school, I mean—but I play guitar behind closed doors only. The lyrics, they’re words on paper. To have someone hear me play the guitar, they’d be glimpsing through the boarded-up windows of my soul. And, to be honest, I’m not ready for anyone to snag front row tickets yet.”
“He was just looking for acceptance. A better offer came along, and he hit the ground running. I can’t allow my hopes to work up again, to tarnish my dream for a love like my grandparents’ by pathetically pining after someone who not only is too blind to recognize true affection, but who has never believed in love at all.
That’s one glaring difference between Grandma’s and my quests: Grandpa’s faith in love never wavered. And I deserve more than an unsure heart.”
“He’s got a dark past, Rider. It’s the most noticeable thing about him.”
Rider scoffs. “And you don’t think I do?” Slap. Another foot in my mouth. “Everyone has a past. No one’s perfect. You can find fault with anybody, but one of the most beautiful things about love is watching the past mend. If he’s warming up to you, maybe he sees a light in you he needs. Did you ever think of that?”
“Sure you don’t. And you didn’t look anything like that Mr. Doolittle in the Pride and Prejudice movie you made me watch.”
I cringe. “It’s Mr. Darcy,” I correct her over my shoulder, escaping the chilly morning air by heading to the locker room. “And this situation is not worthy of comparison to that.”
“You’re like a favorite song, Emery.”
I squint at him, a smile pulling on my lips. “What do you mean?”
He cups my chin, running his thumb across my cheek. “You’re familiar, yet an adventure all at once. You’re forgiving, yet haunting.” His gaze falls on my lips. “You’re stuck in my head 24/7 and I don’t want you to get out.”
“Now that I think about it, haunting isn’t the word. The boy who claimed he hated love songs wrote and sang one so accurate, so accurate that it mirrored everything my brother lectured me about what love should be. He persuaded me to betray my own logic and fall for him. Hard. And yet, falling for him is slipping from a cliff, hurtling to my supposed death, but holding onto a semi-sturdy edge with shaking fingers. Just as soon as I thought we may be headed for a happy ending”
“What about the life you worked for over the past year and a half?” I demand, regaining traction. “Remember how much God worked in you to heal the hurt from your past? Remember how hard you worked to overcome what they did to you? You are loved, Sawyer, even if you can’t see it. God still chooses you.” My voice falters. “I still choose you”
“I’ll admit to being a stupid, young girl with a hopeless crush who for some, preposterous reason, won’t give up on the boy she once gagged at the thought of loving. The boy who has a death grip on the shattered remains of her heart, the boy she knows will never give her the chance she craves, as his heart has already been won. The first and only boy she’s ever cried over.”
“And ever since the love of our grandparents sparked a change in my brother, when I watch Grandpa Amos lay Grandma’s favorite flowers at her gravesite the first Saturday of each month, I pray God will allow me to meet a man just like that. Someone who will show courage despite their circumstances to be with me, someone who will love me even after my final breath and would never consider stopping. Someone who will lead me to further pursue my relationship with Christ, who will teach every generation that comes through our family what true Love is.
But, as of right now, I’m fourteen years old, and have never had a serious crush. With all I have to live up to, who knows if I ever will.”