Speechless

by Lindsey Lanza

“I erm, I just have to say—your dress is—yellow looks great on you.” The way he stumbles over his words makes me smile. “Thanks, it’s my favorite color.” “Sunny.”

“You’ll love it. It’s the perfect song for you.” “Oh really? Why’s that?” “Because you remind me of sunshine.”

“A reverse fairy tale. Sounds interesting. Can you tell me more? I need details if I’m to write a song for it.” A song for my book? Henry is like my own personal brand of swoon.

Everything in my life is better with her in it. She makes me feel like I’m not—like I’m not broken.

“Did I hear that correctly? Did you actually just mention a key? You think your scene calls for C minor, eh?” “I honestly have no idea. I was hoping if I sounded confident enough you’d be overcome with pride at how much I’ve learned.” I batted my eyelashes a little. “Is that a relatively suspenseful key to play in? Please say yes. I’d be so impressed with myself!”

Give every day the chance to become the most beautiful of your life. -Mark Twain

“Would you like me to round up HAAAM and have them act out different scenarios for you? They’re required to do anything I ask, it’s in their contracts.”

I’ve been watching endless romantic comedies on my iPad these last few days, every time I’m alone. I thought it would help me learn flirting tactics but everything I do just comes across as awkward and creepy.

HE IS SO CUTE OMG

after I sit, he reaches down to the chair’s leg and tugs me toward him.

You look vibrant. Like the sun. Like everyone else is just orbiting around you.”

This doesn’t feel like just a kiss. It feels like the start of something. “Tell me this is real. Please?”

Being just friends might not be my first choice, but it doesn’t mean I won’t do everything in my power to make you happy. I’d sell my soul to see you smile.”

But tonight, in Henry’s bed—in his arms—I feel adored, treasured, like my body is sacred to his own personal religion.

“You’re my perfect.”

“Come on, let’s drink wine in bed and watch The Vampire Diaries. Times are tough, but at least you've got a beating heart. It’s important to remember that.”

“Did you just sexualize matzo ball soup?” “Come on, Luce. You were asking for it.”

“Can I tell you something?” His expression has turned serious, and I mentally brace myself after giving him a nod of approval. “I’m quite tired.” Tired? I’m physically and mentally exhausted, but his eyes are shining brightly. “I’m so tired of trying not to kiss you.”

“Lucy—your beauty is suffocating. When you smile, it could light up an entire continent. When you laugh, the sound is more vibrant than any music I can make.”

SHE DOES NOT DESERVE HIM 😭😭😭

“Well, dreams are over the rainbow—you know, with the bluebirds.” He grins as he drops the necklace and leans in to kiss my nose. “But under the rainbow, that’s how I feel when I’m with you. Like the storm has just ended and I can finally see the sun. You’re my fairy tale, Luzu.”

“You are a harp to me. The most beautiful sound you’ll ever hear is made with a harp.”