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by
Lauren Okie
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November 16 - December 7, 2025
“Making fun of you is my passion. You know that. It’s my art. It sustains me.”
He’d read them. He’d actually read them. “I know what you’re thinking,” Logan said. “You do?” “Yeah,” he said. “That I need a Kindle.”
“You know how when you read, you’re just kind of floating? Like, you can feel your legs under the covers and your hands on the pages, but you’re not quite there? You’re halfway between your own bed and some other world, and everything blends together, and you kind of just … hover? You’re kind of just … nowhere?”
“I want to kiss you, Nicole,” Logan said. Her whole body jolted. “You know that, right?” She nodded. Every inch of her seized, and she just nodded. “I had a feeling, yeah.” She pressed her foot against his a little harder. He pressed back. “You just tell me when, then.” “Okay.”
Life gets bigger around the grief. You learn to love the life you have. The gifts you’ve got.
But they never want to know what it feels like. Nobody wants to hear about pain they can’t make go away.”
But I can be here with you now. And I can tell you with every bone in my body that I am absolutely, one hundred percent all in. That I am not scared. That I would pick whatever absurd thing we’ve got over anything else, every single time.”
They’d written a love story, and she saw him in every word. And there wasn’t a line of prose on this planet another author could’ve ever penned that’d be dense or dreamy or dreadful enough to drown out their own.
I had a feeling that you were going to be the man of my dreams, okay? That’s why I showed up. That’s the answer to your question. I had a hunch that it was you. I had a hunch, and I was right.
“I want to love you forever. I want you to get on my nerves. I want to want to fucking kill you. I love your stupid face and your stupid hair and your stupid jokes and I love how you have always seen the best in me, and I love every single inch of our impossible, absurd, definitely-in-need-of-an-editor love story.
