We'll Always Have Summer (Summer, #3)

by Jenny Han

I didn’t have an answer to that question. There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradually waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

I don’t highlight on my kindle often but this line KILLED ME