“Giggles flooded out of me as you held me in your lap in the way back of a crowded car. We drunkenly clung to each other, like we were the only sense of comfort the other could find. “I really like you,” you murmured into my neck. My stomach did a somersault and in that moment I couldn’t look into your brown eyes as I said “I really like you too,” because I’d be lying. How could I just say I liked you when I already knew I was in love with you?”
— Excerpt from a book I will never write #1353














