Something Like Fate

by Amy Lea

I’ve always been an early riser, paranoid about missing out on the day. It’s my chronic FOMO.

TSA agent even praised Teller for his organization and attention to detail (liquids in clear bags, etc.), which I suspect he’ll boast about for years to come.

There’s only one bed.

“You’re basically Simone Biles. But I still can’t do it.”

“I guess it feels . . . safer to point out my insecurities before someone else has the chance to.”

You’re loud, spontaneous, and you say the most random things at the most inappropriate times. You’re a living nightmare. And also, a living dream. My whole life I’ve thought with my head, and you . . . you make me think with my heart.”

“It’s easy to have fun with someone on all these elaborate adventures. But the real challenge is finding someone to enjoy the mundane. Someone who makes you look forward to the blurry gray of everyday life. That takes someone special. That’s what’s real.”

Maybe epic love is when there’s no one else in the world you’d rather have a million mundane Tuesdays with.

Your sunshine is the closest thing to magic I’ve ever experienced. You’ve completely ruined me for anyone else.”