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“He's gotten a lemon flower tattooed over his heart.
"what do you tell people, when they ask about it?"
His shyness melted into a smile, warm and gooey like chocolate. "I tell them about a girl I fell in love with at the right place but the wrong time."
A knot lodged in my throat. "And what are you going to tell them now?"
"That we finally got the timing right/"
"A matter of time," I whispered.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“He knelt down beside me, a hand on my knee, so that we were eye level with each other. He was just so handsome, I wanted to trace the lines of his face, I wanted to sketch the sharpness of his jawbone, I wanted to paint the color of his hair. This scene would go in the section of the travel guide labeled “Scenic Spots” because I wouldn’t get tired of looking at his face for years—decades. I wanted to watch it age, I wanted to see what kind of wrinkles knitted into his smiles.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip

“What was there about us, in Belsize, so different from the girls playing bridge and gossiping and studying in the college to which I would return? Those girls, too, sat under bell jars of a sort.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I would read encyclopedias if he wrote them with this sort of wonderlust.”
― Ashley Poston, The Seven Year Slip