First-Time Caller Quotes

“I want to feel something when I connect with someone. I want sparks. The good kind, you know? I want to laugh and mean it. I want goose bumps. I want to wonder what my date is thinking about and hope it might be me. I want…I want the magic.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I like that. Thinking that I’m worth paying attention to. Something ordinary made extraordinary by the person you’re sharing it with.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“When the whole world tells you you’re silly for wanting the things you want, you start to believe them. You start to think you’re not worth it. That if the things you’re waiting for do exist, they’re not for someone like you.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“But what’s wrong with being a romantic? I can be a confident, independent woman and still want someone to hold my hand. To ask about my day. It’s a good thing to want pas-sion and excitement and care. Attention and affection. I don’t want to settle for anything less than that.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“Long-time listener, first-time caller,” he says over the line. There’s a reluctant grin in his voice. It twists his words up at the edges, just like his smile. “I was hoping you could give me some advice.”
― B.K. Borison, First Time Caller

“I'm allowed to want soft, special things.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“It feels like every time I get my hopes up for something good, reality comes out swinging. I don’t know how to be a hopeful person anymore.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I don’t concern myself with the fragile egos of men.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“Every day isn’t a fairy tale. We’ve worked hard for our relationship. To build it. To maintain it. I’ve become so many versions of myself and so has he, but we’ve found a way to fall in love with one another over and over again. Every time.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I'm thinking about her, about us, about this. About this tiny café across from her house and all the places we almost met. About the right time, the right place, the right moment. I'm thinking about the way her hand fits in mine, and the way my heart drums out a beat that matches her name. Lu-cie. Lu-cie. Lu-cie.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“For the hopeless romantics. And the reluctant ones too.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I think books are sexy,” she says very seriously. “No one at school has quite lived up to Aragorn yet.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“But there’s magic too. In between the hard work, there are perfect moments where everything lines up exactly right. What else is that, if not the universe telling me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be? I’m right next to him, holding his hand.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“But what’s wrong with being a romantic? I can be a confident, independent woman and still want someone to hold my hand. To ask about my day. It’s a good thing to want passion and excitement and care. Attention and affection. I don’t want to settle for anything less than that.”
― B.K. Borison, First Time Caller

“Nah, Lucie.” In my dream, he brushes a kiss against my forehead. “I think you’re the magic.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I want goose bumps. I want to be wanted. All this time and I—I haven’t given up. I guess I’m just waiting for it to find me.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I love when we do this. When he says my name and then I say his. Fond exasperation and gentle amusement in every syllable. A call and response. The chorus to the song I can’t get out of my head.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“Her eyebrows jump up. She glances at the box in my lap and then back to my face. “You have a pineapple pizza?” I nod, annoyed with myself. “I do.” “You said pineapple on pizza is disgusting.” “It is.” “Then why do you have it?” “Because you said it was your favorite,” I admit. “And I want your favorite to be my favorite.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I'm not trying to fix anything for you, Lucie. I'm just gonna listen,”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“When the whole world tells you you’re silly for wanting the things you want, you start to believe them. You start to think you’re not worth it. That if the things you’re waiting for do exist, they’re not for someone like you.” She sighs, a small, hopeless sound that twists through my headphones. “But what’s wrong with being a romantic? I can be a confident, independent woman and still want someone to hold my hand. To ask about my day. It’s a good thing to want passion and excitement and care. Attention and affection. I don’t want to settle for anything less than that.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“Do you think I’ll get my magic?”

He takes a long time to answer. So long my eyes drift shut and everything around me turns fuzzy and heavy. Purple and blue dance behind my closed eyes and I imagine we’re floating with the stars, my fingers reaching for their golden, cascading light. Somewhere in the hazy in- between, a hand slips under my hair and gently squeezes the back of my neck. His thumb traces the ridges of my spine, and my whole body gets heavier.

“Nah, Lucie.” In my dream, he brushes a kiss against my forehead. “I think you’re the magic.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“It feels like every time I get my hopes up for something good, reality comes out swinging. I don’t know how to be a hopeful person anymore. It’s easier not to be.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I want to keep Lucie on the line. I want something different.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I don’t want to try. All I do is try. All day long, I’m trying and I’m so tired. Why can’t this be the one thing I don’t have to try at? Why can’t it be a thing that just…happens? I don’t want—I don’t want to think about what I should say or how I should act or…or have talking points in the notes app of my phone for a dinner date at a restaurant that I don’t really like. I want to feel something when I connect with someone. I want sparks. The good kind, you know? I want to laugh and mean it. I want goose bumps. I want to wonder what my date is thinking about and hope it might be me. I want…I want the magic.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“What if this is what you’ve been waiting for? What if it’s all a string of choices and moments and events and decisions that have led you to exactly right here? And what if what happens next—what if what happens next is the good part? The part you’ve been waiting for.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“Aiden looks like a brooding Disney prince in a Carhartt hoodie.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I don’t want to let her go yet. I want to hold on to this feeling for a little longer.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I wish there was a guidebook for this. An instruction manual that could tell me how to take myself apart and put everything back together so I’m good as new. I wish I knew how to make sense of my pieces.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“How do you do it?” I choke out. “How do you love her when you’re scared?” My dad laughs, a gruff, thick sound. “It was never a choice, Aiden. I was always going to love your mom. And I would never have chosen different, even with everything we’ve endured together. It makes it better, doesn’t it? To know how temporary it all is. To know how special. Love isn’t”—he sighs, a deep, rumbling sound—“love isn’t always sunshine and daisies. Sometimes it’s hospital beds and shaved heads. But I wouldn’t trade any of it. Because all of it is with her.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller

“I imagine somewhere in this sprawling city, Lucie is smiling. For one night at least.”
― B.K. Borison, First-Time Caller