Funny Story

exactly the kind of person he can’t handle being with, and he’s exactly the kind who could destroy me,” I explain.
“Honey.” Ashleigh touches my hand. “That’s how it works. That’s love.”

Now I realize I’d just been slotting myself into his life, leaving me without my own.

his family always treated birthdays like huge personal successes rather than markers of time.

hey think they’re being the bigger people right now. But they don’t get to be the bigger people. For the next few years, they have to live with being the assholes.”

“but being on the water always does feel like what I imagine church is for some people.”
“I get that,” I say. “Out here, you’re small and there’s no one else around, but you’re not lonely. It’s like you’re connected to everyone and everything.”

You can’t force a person to show up, but you can learn a lesson when they don’t.

he’s moaning too, and it’s quite possibly the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

can I touch you?

“I love the sounds you make,” he rasps.

“I just think,” I say to Miles, “you like people almost as much as they like you. And it makes being around you feel like—like standing in sunlight.”