“I rarely said his name, though. It felt too much like an incantation. As if it would light me up from the inside, and he'd see how much I wanted him, how all day long my mind caught on him like a scar in a record. How, without even trying, I knew exactly where he was at all times, could likely cover my eyes, get spun around, and still point to him on the first try.”
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Emily Henry,
Happy Place