If Not for My Baby

by Kate Golden

“Devoting your entire life to the pursuit of another person, when human beings are all so inherently flawed, and expecting said flawed human to fix all the broken parts of you just so you can convince yourself that you’re whole is a recipe for disappointment.”

Ouch

“Come on, Clementine. Spill.” “He wasn’t a dog person.” “Ah.” Mike nods, satisfied. “The kiss of death.”

Lol

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my mom mouthing Mulder’s charming retort: Sometimes the only sane answer to an insane world is insanity.

🖤

Now this is the kind of love story I can get on board with: tragic, honest, gut-wrenching.

“Lay yourself bare beneath my hands so restless,” he croons. “Or just hum in the kitchen as I make us breakfast. Anything to know that you’re still there.”

You tell me he didn’t break your heart, so I’m trying to figure out why you broke your own.”

Pain is not inevitable. If only I could get that in writing.

“What if I wasn’t home?” “Depressed girls don’t leave the house. Takes one to know one.”

Loving someone means choosing them every day regardless of all the things that might stand in your way.

A stalker and a manipulator—what a catch I am.

“I’ve got a bag of my own packed,” he says into my hair. “For a flight to Texas that leaves in three days.”

Omg so cute

“Is this what being in love does to people?” “Terrible, isn’t it?” “I feel like I’m going insane.” “You and me both.” His laugh is rough. “These last few weeks without you…I about needed a mercy killing.”

To be loved is to be known—the worst of you, the best of you.

“Sweet as honey from the bee, is my fruit from the evergreen tree. Voice of a swallow, just as free, I only hear music when she’s with me.”