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“If you offer to lend me your Crocs again, I’m going to sue you for emotional damages.”
Is there anything better than iced coffee and a bookstore on a sunny day? I mean, aside from hot coffee and a bookstore on a rainy day.
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“There isn’t for women either. There’s just tall women,” he says, “and the men too insecure to date them.”
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That’s who I am, even to my sister. The wrong kind of woman.”
“Until you got here,” he rasps, “all this place had ever been was a reminder of the ways I was a disappointment, and now you’re here, and—I don’t know. I feel like I’m okay. So if you’re the ‘wrong kind of woman,’ then I’m the wrong kind of man.”
That’s the thing about being an adult standing beside your childhood race car bed. Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.
“Everything’s a competition with you.”
“We’re going to do this right. No shortcuts.”
Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.
“If I had to pick one person to be in my corner, it’d be you. Every time. You take care of shit.”
Some books you don’t read so much as live, and finishing one of those always makes me think of ascending from a scuba dive. Like if I surface too fast I might get the bends.
You’re fucking perfect.”
“I honestly think you’re perfect, Nora.”
“I didn’t mean perfect for Blake Carlisle. I meant, to me, you’re perfect.”
How is it possible for two people who belong together to belong in two different places?”
Maybe it’s possible to belong in a hundred different ways to a hundred different people and places.
Maybe love shouldn’t be built on a foundation of compromises, but maybe it can’t exist without them either. Not the kind that forces two people into shapes they don’t fit in, but the kind that loosens their grips, always leaves room to grow. Compromises that say, there will be a you-shaped space in my heart, and if your shape changes, I will adapt. No matter where we go, our love will stretch out to hold us, and that makes me feel like . . . like everything will be okay.
