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“It’s just hard to know which choice is right until it’s all over, I guess.”
“You’ve never been for me, Maisie. I never knew you were an option.”
“It never occurred to me that you might be mine.”
“So you just hung out nearby while I slept?” I ask, grinning over at him in the dim room. “You were cute. You kept smiling in your sleep.” “I thought you were reading.” He shrugs, and I laugh. “How Edward Cullen of you.”
“It was fine.” “I promise you,” he whispers, “my goal for our first kiss was not ‘fine.’ ”
We are the same kind of idiot.
I am a sewer creature emerging into daylight; a woman who very definitively needs eight full hours of sleep.
“I am the human equivalent of a fart that clears a room.”
“Listen up,” she says, “because I’m going to tell you a secret not everyone knows: Everything is going to be okay. I mean it. I realize everyone around you being messy might make you feel like you can’t ever be, but that isn’t true. It’s okay to be messy sometimes, honey.”
I’ve spent years not trusting my ability to make decisions and quietly letting life just happen to me. It can’t be a coincidence that the moment I stopped being passive and followed my instincts, everything seemed to fall into place.
