Beach Read

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

“It’s
why I asked about them,” he said. “I thought it was the nicest dedication I’d ever read.”

But the worst thing, the hardest thing, had turned out to be being angry with someone you couldn’t fight it out with.

If I wrote this scene, it wouldn’t be about us.

“You can just give me three dollars when I take you home, and then if I ever find out I need an organ, we can circle back.”

He fit so perfectly into the love story I’d imagined for myself that I mistook him for the love of my life.

I was the same me I’d always been. I’d just stopped trying to glow in the dark for him, or anyone else.

I know feeling small gets to some people, he had once told me, but I kind of like it. Takes the pressure off when you’re just one life of six billion at any given moment.