“Girl, I’m stupid with the happy. I think I love him. I think he loves me.” Those big brown eyes of his looked into hers, implored. “Can you just fall in love—the real deal—just like that? Because I’ve fallen in the lusties, and the guy is hot or fun or interesting—all that real fast. But nothing like this, not for me.” “I don’t think love has a time clock. Fast or slow or anywhere in between, it just is. And you look happy.”
