When in Rome: A Novel

“The future is full of unknowns. We can’t try to figure them all out tonight. Let’s just savor the moments we have together right now.”

I will memorize him if it’s the last thing I do.

To me, you’re Amelia.
Maker of shitty pancakes and a smile that rivals the sun. All I want is you.”

Love. Oof. That word takes on a life of its own and beats between us. I know we haven’t known each other long, and somehow it hurts that we’ll never get the chance, because I think I’ve fallen in love with Noah.

But most of all, I’m mad that I’ve fallen in love with Noah, and I’ll never get to have a life with him.

Both unconvinced the other has enough willpower to stay away.

more than I could have hoped—and it convinces me of something that it shouldn’t: we’re good together.

more than I could have hoped—and it convinces me of someth

I’m putting myself on a diet. It’s going to be tough, but I’m cutting out all Amelias.

In quiet, introverted, hates-discussing-feelings language, I just said thank you.