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It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like home. It shouldn’t feel like I want to do this again and again and again. But it does.
“That kiss was passionate as hell. What did it feel like?” My body is still singing. “Like . . . magic.”
Time. It doesn’t matter how many numbers are in anyone’s bank account, because it’s the only thing money can’t buy us more of.
You have the power to do whatever you want in life, so choose what makes you happy. Take more risks. Dance in the rain. Swim in the sea. Ski off-trail. Love with your full heart. Magic is in the moment. Magic is all around us. I hope you can still find it.
He really is the man of my dreams.
“She was a witchy hippie who adored summer nights, fall, and growing flowers.”
He’s artwork in human form with his dark, messy hair and bright blue eyes.
If you’re willing to cut yourself open, then I will too. Secrets for secrets. I’ll trade with you.”
“I’m afraid of growing attached then having to navigate a world without knowing you.”
“Dance with me. I have a few things I promised my mom I’d do.” I laugh, taking his hand, and he sings “September.” And I don’t think I’ll be reminded of anything else when I hear this song again, not considering the day is actually the twenty-first night of September. He spins me around as the drops sparkle down like glitter. Joy spreads over me as I join him when he starts the chorus. Zane grins wide, chuckling as I sing the high-pitched oh oh ohs.
“Wow,” I say, taking a step forward. “I was thinking the same,” he says, but he’s not looking at the room, he’s zeroed in on me.
Some girls cancel plans because they have to wash their hair. I have cult classics to watch.”
You’re sunshine and darkness all rolled into one,”
“Falling in love with me wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to you, would it?” “No. Losing you would,”
“If you were mine, I’d do everything in my power to make you happy. And if I failed, you’d deserve to take half of it all. I wouldn’t care. I’d want the best for you with or without me.”
“And what if all I want is you?” I finally say. He pulls away, meeting my eyes. “You have me.”
“I already want to give you the world.”
“I can’t imagine a life without you.” The words fall from his lips like a prayer.
“I’m not going anywhere, Pumpkin.” “Is that a promise?” I ask, turning my head enough to meet his soft eyes. “One I’ll keep for a lifetime,” he whispers.
Just glad I found someone who understands that life is too short to drink shitty coffee.
“You’re too good to me.” “No. You’ve just never been treated the way you deserve. This is the bare minimum, Pumpkin.”
“Who is that?” Billie asks with awe in her tone. I smile wide. “My future wife.”