First-Time Caller (Heartstrings, #1)

by B.K. Borison

Why can’t this be the one thing I don’t have to try at? Why can’t it be a thing that just…happens? I

don’t want—I don’t want to think about what I should say or how I should act or…or have talking points in the notes app of my phone for a dinner date at a restaurant that I don’t really like. I want to feel something when I connect with someone. I want sparks. The good kind, you know? I want to laugh and mean it. I want goose bumps. I want to wonder what my date is thinking about and hope it might be me. I want…I want the magic.”

“When the whole world tells you you’re silly for wanting the things you want, you start to believe

them. You start to think you’re not worth it. That if the things you’re waiting for do exist, they’re not for someone like you.”

“I want goose bumps. I want to be wanted. All this time and I—I haven’t given up. I guess I’m just waiting for it to find me.”