More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
when I meet someone I love, I become an octopus and wind my tentacles around their heart, tighter and tighter until they can’t deny they love me just the same.
I imagine most elementary school teachers nap, eat, or cry when they have a free period.
I learned a very important thing that day: my mom would never try to change for a man, and I wouldn’t, either.
“I tend to be too chatty, too silly, too exuberant, too random, too eager.” She spreads her hands. “Too Hazel-y.”
“I realize that finding the perfect person isn’t going to be easy for me because I’m a lot to take,” she says, “but I’m not going to change just so that I’m more datable.”
“You’re my person,” she says. “Thanks for sticking up for me tonight.” She gives these vulnerable words so freely it makes fondness clench at something in my chest. Taking her hand, I bring it to my mouth and press a quick kiss to the backs of her knuckles. “I like being your person.”
“Is it strange that I’ve never had one of those? I’ve never really had a love that could consume me. I want to know that kind of fire.”
“I think that’s the one thing that could dim her light. We both know Hazel is a butterfly. I think you have the power to take the dust from her wings.”
“Just—come sit here.” He pats the blanket next to him. “I’m dancing!” Tyler leans in. “You’re… being sort of embarrassing.” It falls flatly, with a clang, like a penny into an empty bucket. So this is what it feels like.
it feels like he’s this redwood in the forest of my life,
I’d buy a lifetime supply of fire extinguishers and eat bad pancakes every day to have her around again.
