Maddie

“Love was patient and meticulous and it never ceased to surprise me. It wasn't something that I needed, something that I deserved, that I was worthy of--- love was what I wanted. Anders was who I wanted. For now. For a day. For a week--- for years. A story written in the language of kisses, and read to me in sweet, soft sighs.
And though I didn't know the ending, I didn't need to. Because this?
This was enough.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“In my next life, I’d like to be a bookstore cat. Sunlight and books and naps.” “I dunno, I think you could do that in this life.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“I love you,” he repeated. “I love the way your mouth always slides into a smile, even when no one’s looking. I love the way you go out of your way for people you’ve barely met. I love how your hair always curls right here, at the nape of your neck”—and he ran his fingers along the side of my neck. “And I love how you make me want to see the world in color, and I love how I feel when I’m with you. And maybe we won’t work out, but maybe we will—and I’ll run across cities, and I’ll show up with boom boxes outside your window, and I’ll meet you at the tops of buildings, and I’ll kiss you in the rain just to remind you that you’re worth every moment.” He bent and kissed my cheeks, and I realized that he had kissed the tears off them. I was crying, and I couldn’t stop.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“He'd been going on and on about this amazing girl for years”
― Ali Hazelwood, The Love Hypothesis