November 9

by Colleen Hoover

My flaws are what wake me up in the morning and what keep me awake every night.

I wince at his words and want so badly to hurl an insult back at him. One so epic that it would wound his ego for days. The only problem with that is there’s nothing anyone could say that would wound a man who has absolutely no heart.

“I didn’t think you needed rescuing. I just sometimes find it difficult to control my indignation in the presence of absurdity.”

“Sometimes at night, I’ll rewrite conversations I had during the day, but I’ll change them up to reflect everything I wish I could have said in the moment. So I just want you to know that tonight when I write this conversation down on paper, I’ll say something really heroic and it’ll make you feel really good about your life.”

“You’ll never be able to find yourself if you’re lost in someone else.”

I can read you like a book, and right now I do believe that book is full of erotica.”

‘I have longed to move away but am afraid; Some life, yet unspent, might explode.’ ”

I imagine he kisses the same way he writes. Gentle strokes of the keys, each word thought through and completed with purpose.

Where do you want to go?” “Wherever you are.”