Atmosphere

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

“The night is young, and you’re out with a bad girl.”

“I don’t know but I…I want to show you every good thing I’ve ever found,” Joan said.

In all of her time spent watching others, she hadn’t picked up on this part of falling in love, that someone could look at you as if you were the very center of everything. And even though you knew better, you’d allow yourself a moment to believe you were worthy of being revolved around, too.

Joan had not ever believed that God sent down two halves of a soul in separate bodies, destined to meet. She did not believe in a God that could.

can wake up every single day and choose you, over and over and over again. If you’re in bed next to me, I will take your hand. If you are not, I will go find you. I will spend the rest of my life, if I get that lucky, seeking you out. Not because I promised you or because you’re there. But because I will want to. I will want to be beside you. Every day. Forever.”