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Happiness isn’t a zero-sum game. When you spread it around, everyone wins.
As scary as he should have been, the guy had the personality of a hyperactive dolphin.
His eyes were kind as he reached for my hand again and squeezed. “Don’t worry, Just Annie. I’ll keep your hands warm.”
“I do believe I could procure a feral goose to chase.”
“Velvet love taco?!” He yanked his reading glasses off, letting them hang around his neck. “Straight to jail.”
“Butterflies are brave. It takes courage to work on yourself. It’s a painful, ugly process to grow into who you’re supposed to be. It takes strength to break a shell and become yourself.”
“You have the courage of butterflies, Brave One.”
“Books take people out of their everyday lives. They give them a moment to say, “wow.” It makes grown-ups believe in magic again. It makes us believe in possibilities. It makes us hold on to the belief that, at any moment, we could meet someone who changes our life and existence completely. It makes us see the best in our enemies. It makes us hold our friends closer. It gives us compassion and empathy. But most of all, it gives us hope that no matter what, everything is going to be okay.”
“There’s a difference between invisible and insignificant. And you, Annie Smith, are neither. You’re not just Annie. You’re not just anything. You’re not a mirror, reflecting what’s around you. You’re not a window—an empty necessity. You’re stained glass—broken and shattered but beautiful and whole. Divinely complex.”
“I love your tattoos. You’re like a book I want to read over and over again. Each time I think I’ve learned all there is to know, I find something new. Something else that fills in the story of who you are. I could stare at your tattoos for days and I don’t think I’d get bored.”
“Sometimes love is loud. It’s grand gestures, glowing social media posts, roses, and candlelit dinners. Sometimes love is quiet. It’s a listening ear after a long day. It’s showing up with a snack and filling a need. And sometimes love is sunshine. It’s a light that you don’t know how you ever lived without.”
“Give me your fears. Give me your anxiety. Give me your insecurity. I don’t need you to change yourself first. I don’t want you to change yourself at all. I want it all because I want you.”
“Because at the end of the day we aren’t measured by the love we hold back. We’re measured by the love we freely give without expectation.”
I told you. I don’t date. I’m not going to be good at being in a relationship. Are you forgetting about the whole “married to my jobs” thing?” He chuckled, eyes raking up and down my body appreciatively. “That’s alright.” His fingers grazed my bare arm. “I plan on being married to mine.”
“Okay—yeah. I’m your girl. Your girlfriend. Your pie making smut peddler. Take your pick. I just want to be yours.”
We were going to have the happiest ever after.
If I wrote for a hundred lifetimes, I would always come back to us.
