I'm sorry you asked me out, she told him silently. Otherwise maybe I could have liked you. — Ann Brashares

She would just stay here holding Bailey's hand for all time, so Bailey wouldn't be afraid there wasn't enough of it.

Still, the Pants promised us there was time. Nothing would be lost. There was all year if we needed it. We had all the way until next summer, when we would take out the Traveling Pants and, together or apart, begin again.

"it's easier to be mad at the people you trust. Because you know they'll always love you, no matter what."