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Hi, there! Just a quick note to say—hey, thank you so much for picking up my book! That was so very kind of you.
Aww, thank you. I got this book for free on Stuff Your Kindle Day...
A Cyclops experiences Paris behind their phone’s camera lens, preferring to focus on the sepia-toned vibes of the place above all else and remains ignorant of the rich culture and history breathing out of every inch of this city. They use one eye for a quick snapshot rather than gathering through all the senses to create a masterpiece.
That's deep
Apparently you can’t shake the cobwebs off a flirting game that never existed.
Right. Well, to be fair, I judged her too.
NOT OUT LOUD/PUBLICALLY THOUGH!
ELI: OMG. Why is a dude pissing in a red box on the street? ME: It’s a urinal. You’ll get used to it.
I hit Google so fast
Yes. Yes, I did. My soul identifies with this cheese on a deeper level than any soft, pressed, or blue-veined cheese ever could. We have the same origins, body composition, and general lackluster appeal. This synthetic cheese and I are one.
Same
Go with Liam? My past-high-school self pauses her iPod Nano playing a mix of Dashboard Confessional and Yellowcard for the fifty-thousandth time and squeals.
“Because I’ve been in love with you since we were five, and you’re finally giving me a chance to get close to you.”
“Maybe I accepted a long time ago I was always going to be miserably in love when it came to you and learned to mask the crack.”
Eventually, Declan opened up and said, “Your face, I like it,” and other such swoony sentiments, and the two of them have been inseparable ever since.
Liam erupted at that moment with a glorious, genuine laugh. And as he wiped some tears from his eyes, a terrifying realization slammed into me while a wide uncontained smile simultaneously took real estate on my face. I would do just about anything to make him laugh like that again. Unguarded. Joyful. Sunshine.
Right. The backstory. The backstory for Liam. The backstory chosen specifically for Liam. Liam’s backstory. My brain malfunctions into a Kuzco’s poison meme, trying to calm High School Me that wanted to jump to the fastest OH MY GOD, HE LIKES YOU conclusion.
Bashfully, he meets my stare. “The backstory was real, Evie. I’m in love with you. I always have been,” he continues with a trembling voice. “You know, you were right. I thought I could handle this. Thought, hell, I pretended not to care for so long, what’s a little pretending the other way? Should be easier, right? But this broke me. Your fucking lips broke me.”
Yesssssssss
“If you don’t think I’m not going to enjoy every second”—he lays a kiss on my jaw—“of knowing you want me, too, then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”
One filled with forgiveness for the past and joy for the future. Eventually,
I'm only 65% through and I'm kinda scared at this point lol
innocently flipping through a children’s book with a boy and the moon on the cover.
The Little Prince?
My stomach drops. Are people seriously telling the woman I fucking worship that she’s somehow beneath me? “I don’t think I do, though.”
