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I know the olive branch is mine for the offering. But I don’t know how to,
I like you. Too much for things to be casual between us. I know you don’t want more and I get it and I’m sorry for pushing you in ways that were probably unfair. But I can’t be friends, and I can’t be whatever this is either.
😛
I’ve forgotten, recently, that we were friends long before we were colleagues.
Maya, I know all the reasons I shouldn’t send this, and I’m sure you do too. But I saw it and it made me think of you—a reminder that the world doesn’t always end when you think it will. Congratulations on the win. Charlie
😛
A necklace with a charm at its center: a snake, winding into an infinity sign, with a stone set on its head.
…oh it’s ugly
Then her face registers. Cassidy. The woman Cooper cheated with.
Power move for spilling her drink
She doesn’t look like a villain. She looks like any other Georgetown senior who I might spend half an hour with, talking about their future, assuring them that it will all work out.
I remember exactly what it was like to be that young, and to need someone to tell me who and what I was. I worry I haven’t grown out of it yet.
no one cares about DC as much as DC does.”
“Sounds like a pretty good friend,” she says, nodding. “He is,” I say. But of course, he’s not a friend. He never was.
If I told you I was on my way to New York to see you . . . would that be flattering or presumptuous?
😛
Charlie lives in the kind of West Village brownstone that I thought only existed in movies.
“I was really mad at you, that night in DC. You wouldn’t even—you didn’t even want to try.”
“I just kept thinking—this is special. And you walked away from it.” He sighs.
I never, ever meant to hurt you, and I have never, ever wanted to be just friends.”
“You showed up at my door.” “I showed up at your door.”
The only thing that scares me more is the idea of not doing everything possible to be with you.”
“When I saw your picture in Vogue, I thought you were beautiful,”
“This is the first time in a really long time that I’m sure I’m where I’m supposed to be.” “Well, good luck leaving.” “Good luck getting rid of me.”
