Funny Story

by Emily Henry

You can’t untell someone your secrets. You can’t unsay those delicate truths once you learn you can’t trust the person you handed them to.

Harvey harrumphs, pushes his gold wire-frame glasses up his nose. “It’s a library, Daphne. If you can’t be a human here, where can you?”

I was never the one just having fun. I was the one anticipating consequences.

You can’t force a person to show up, but you can learn a lesson when they don’t.

Don’t wait on anyone who’s in no rush to get to you.

I’ve always cleaved to the people I love, tried to orient my orbit around them. Maybe, I realize, I’ve been trying to make myself un-leave-able. But it hasn’t worked.

Life isn’t a competition, and neither is love, but I’m still the loser.