Happy Place

by Emily Henry

“Okay, now you really need to stop flirting with me.” “You make it sound so easy,” he says. “I believe in you,” I say. “And you have no idea how much that means to me,” he replies.

He’s become my best friend the way the others did: bit by bit, sand passing through an hourglass so slowly, it’s impossible to pin down the moment it happens. When suddenly more of my heart belongs to him than doesn’t, and I know I’ll never get a single grain back.

“There doesn’t need to be a winner and a loser. You just have to care how the other person feels. You have to care more about them than you do about being right.”