Miles, I love you. I’m so scared. I don’t want us to end.
When you left last year, you left with my soul in your hands and my heart in your teeth.
I’m so sorry, princess.
He presses his lips against my forehead. “You’re still my favorite person, Lily. Always will be.
I think that’s why I find him hard to look away from, though, because I’ve always found guys more attractive when they put less effort into trying to appear attractive.
You hear that, heart? We’re even now.
Some mornings I would wake up and catch him staring at me. He would smile and whisper, “What did I miss while you were sleeping?
We shouldn’t waste time on things that might happen someday, or maybe even never.
Remember a few months ago when I told you sometimes we have to have really bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective?” I think I nod. I can’t really feel my body anymore. “Well, this is one of the good days. This is one of the really good days.
Why – when he’s so great to everyone I love – have I been wishing he wasn’t in any of our lives?
I feel like my maybe someday just became my right now.
He holds the crown in the nonverval department.
Love finds you in the forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.
I want these tiny snippets of perfection between us to be our constant reality.
With every day that passed, that first night with him was further validated. And that’s what love at first sight is. It isn’t really love at first sight until you’ve been with the person long enough for it to become love at first sight.
There are only twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. You would think there would only be so much you could do with twenty-six letters. You would think there were only so many ways those letters could make you feel when mixed up and shoved together to make words.
What are some words that come to mind when you think of flowers?
Finalmente alcanzamos la orilla.
I’m lying. I really do want to be a part of his issues. I want to immerse myself in his issues and become his issues, but I’m supposed to be this independent, headstrong girl who doesn’t cave just because she likes a guy.
I nod and hope he backs the hell away from me, because I’m about to have an asthma attack and I don’t even have asthma.