Confessions of a Bookaholic

by Joslyn Westbrook

I would have sold my soul to the devil just to get my hands on an effing time machine.

Albert Einstein once said, a clever person solves a problem, but a wise person avoids it.

Truth is what one avoids when trying to keep emotions in check,

No one compared to Macy,

Pretty sure being sandwiched between a pair of all-knowing parents was worse than undergoing a Law & Order-style interrogation.

Yet some blessings come in the ugliest of disguises.

bumps in the road were springboards skyrocketing us closer to our dreams.

I’d already fallen head over everything for Macy, my best friend—a kind of adoration that was unconditional, safe, treasured. But, holy fuck. Falling for Macy as my girlfriend, my lover? I couldn’t wait.

I’m in love with you, have been since forever.

if all best friends looked like you, one kiss wouldn’t be enough.”

it was then the realization of having you in my life, even if only as a friend, was better than not having you at all.”

avoidance was a form of self-protection.

I was straight out addicted to that man and couldn’t seem to breathe without him.

goodbye to romance books and their stupid too-good-to-really-ever-exist book boyfriends,

“Give me one reason why, Mr. Stone.” He pulled me close, our lips only a scrape away. “Because, Macy Sinclair, I promised you forever.”