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What a prick—getting me hooked on his espresso and then moving away.
There’s beauty in the change, an energy I didn’t know my body had been craving.
I want to know what makes him laugh and how he
takes his coffee and if he’s kissed a stranger under the stars before, or if he reserved that just for me.
“I wish I had a chocolate penis for you,” she says softly. “They always help.”
“You’re always taking care of everything and everyone. Let me take a turn.” The smile falls from her face, her lips almost forming a frown. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” I stare down at her, confused. She must see it too, because she murmurs, “It makes it very hard to stay away from you.”
“You’re so hot,” I say, a frown tugging at my mouth. “Thanks, Dave. I’m not feeling up for that right now, though,” she mumbles. I glare at her. “That’s not what I meant.”
When I turn back to help her through the door, her bottom lip is puckered. “You don’t think I’m hot?” I let out a sigh and roll my shoulders back. “I think I’ve made my feelings on that front pretty clear.”
He is a shooting star on a cloudless night, sunrise over a crashing surf, the first flower in spring. He is everything simple and lovely in life, and I can’t believe he came back here.
I’ve never had someone look at me like that, with such reverence and fascination, like he can’t believe he gets to be here with me.
Before I can ask why they’ve suddenly turned into Richard and Emily Gilmore when Rory decided to go to Yale, the doorbell rings.
He looks like an angel of death, and I would gladly let him claim me.
Cam is stargazing and too-sweet tea. He is gentle touches and homemade soup. He is all the best things, and I don’t know how I got him.
You are an explosion of color in a dreary landscape. You’re a striped sweater in a crowd of black dresses. You, Ellie Bates, are the statement piece the whole house is designed around.”
“I kept thinking you smelled like home, and now I know why.”
I don’t want a reminder of how my heart feels like it’s cracked in two or how my lungs feel like they can’t catch a full breath.
Something about it makes me feel anchored, like even though my world feels like it’s crashing down around me, there are still the trees. No matter what is going on in my life, these trees will still be here. Their roots will continue to grow deeper and deeper into the soil,
weathering the storms and drought and disease, and will still be able to produce new fruit each year.
sometimes the messiest moments in life are the ones we look back on most fondly.
“It’s like that quote from When Harry Met Sally. ‘When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start—’” “As soon as possible,” I finish for her.
