Do adults realize how lucky they are? Or do they forget that these small moments are actually small miracles? I don’t want to ever forget.
I want to kiss him for the rest of the night, for the rest of our lives. The one.
I’ll only be twenty-minute train ride from your school, and I’ll make the commute to see you every night. I’d take a commute ten times just to be with you every night.
I grip the edge of a sidewalk cafe table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don’t care. I’m reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn’t in love with him?
Beautiful. He called me beautiful! But wait. I don’t like Dave. Do I like Dave?
And, suddenly, I want to touch him. Not a push, or a shove, or even a friendly hug. I want to feel the creases in his skin, connect his freckles with invisible lines, brush my fingers across the inside of his wrist.
It’s maddening how someone so easy to read can be so impossible to understand.
But I could be mistaking our friendship for something more, because I want to mistake it for something more.
Something deep inside me lurched. The stirring was as startling and unpleasant as it was thrilling and revolutionary.
YOU feel sorry for ME? I am not the one who has never tasted bread pudding.
I blame it on his pants.
It’s not stupid to want to put on a pretty dress and feel beautiful for a night.
You only have one chance to make a first impression.
You can’t avoid your problems forever. No one can.
When two people are in love, it’s supposed to work. It has to work. No matter how difficult the circumstances are.
Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person. And we’re finally home.
I just want you to know that we didn’t do anything but talk and sleep – sleep sleep,” he quickly adds. “Like with eyes closed and hands to oneself and dreaming. Innocent dreams. I would never do anything behind your back. I mean, never anything dishonorable. I mean-.
How does one proceed in a situation like this? If only the discovery of mutual admiration could lead promptly into making out. If only I could say, ‘Listen. I like you, and you like me, so let’s go find a secluded park and touch each other.
Josh grins. It’s wide and relieved and reveals a rarely seen pair of dimples. I could live inside those dimples for the rest of my life.
Did you wake me up... to talk about candy?