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Most of the world takes any opportunity to belittle this thing that centers women in a way most other media doesn’t.
While I love romance, I’ve never believed in the concept of soul mates, which has always seemed a little like men’s rights activism: not a real thing. Love isn’t immediate or automatic; it takes effort and time and patience.
The truth of it was that I’d probably never have the kind of luck with love the women who live in fictional seaside towns do. But sometimes I get this strange feeling, an ache not for something I miss, but for something I’ve never known.
“It means acquiring more books than you could ever realistically read. There’s no direct translation.”
Me
raise an eyebrow. “Boy bands, fan fiction, soap operas, reality TV, most shows and movies with female main characters… We’re still so rarely front and center, even rarer when you consider race and sexuality, and then when we do get something that’s just for us, we’re made to feel bad for liking it. We can’t win.”
“It’s weird no one’s come after me,”
Omg does neil have her name
NEIL HAS MY name.
KNEW IT
maybe you’re more like your dad than you thought.”
GIRL WTF
I am in love with you, Rowan Roth.
“crush” and “beautiful” and “in love,” “in love,” “in love.”
I lunge forward, pinning him against the railing and covering his mouth with mine.
“Rowan?” he says as he pulls back, his voice a mix of surprise and awe. He’s breathing hard. His eyes are beautiful and heavy-lidded, those long lashes fluttering against the lenses of his glasses. Maybe it’s drowsiness, or maybe he’s just as drunk on this feeling as I am. “What’s… happening?” “I’m kissing you.” I move one hand from the collar of his shirt to the back of his neck and into his hair. I want to burn every texture into my fingertips. “Should I stop?”
“I’m in love with you. You are the most interesting person I know, and I’ve never been able to talk to anyone the way I can talk to you.
The love that I wanted so desperately: this isn’t what I thought it would feel like. It’s made me dizzy and it’s grounded me. It’s made me laugh when nothing is funny. It shimmers and it sparks, but it can be comfortable, too, a sleepy smile and a soft touch and a quiet, steady breath. Of course this boy—my rival, my alarm clock, my unexpected ally—is at the center of it.
And somehow, it’s even better than I imagined.
