Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.
Some of the best people i know are fools', Evanelle said. 'The strongest people I know.
Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.
Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.
He had a smug smile on his lips like he knew, even in his sleep, that women all around him were dying from love because he'd taken their hearts and hidden them where they'd never find them.
It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.
That, they knew, was true friendship. And they knew, if you're lucky enough to find it, you hold on to it.
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.
I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.
The trick is not to make eye contact. They don't charge if you don't make eye contact.
Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.
Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.
When someone needs help, you help. Right?
Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.
Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.
If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.
That's the fairy tale. You meet, you fall in love, you kiss, and neither of you is revolted by it. You get married and have kids and live happily ever after.
It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.
To think, after all this time, after all the searching and all the waiting, after all the regret and the time she'd spent away, she came back to find that happiness was right where she's left it. On a football field in Mullaby, North Carolina. Waiting for her.
Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.
Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.
She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.
He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.
But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.
She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.
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