It's a Love Story

by Annabel Monaghan

I’d just made him laugh twice, which is two more than the recommended number of times you should make a guy laugh if you want him to ask you out.

But I see it in slow motion, like he’s a vampire who’s also a firefighter, and he’s just left the burning building.

There’s a difference between someone loving you and agreeing with every single thing you do.”

“I’d like to be the person who could take all of your sad things and make them happy. Like I’d hunt down each one and turn it over.” “I don’t think anyone is that person for anyone,” I say. “I don’t think so either. But I’d like to be that person for you.”

“I was fourteen” should be a blanket explanation for every stupid thing everyone did that year.