Michaela

“Between the three of us, we’d be fine. It’d be fun. Magic. That’s what those days felt like. Not how Libby made it sound. Sure, there were problems, but what about all those days lying on our bellies in the Coney Island sand reading until the sun set? Or nights spent in a row on our sofa, eating junk food and watching old movies?”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“This is my life, after all: a flaming ball of scorching, untimely awkwardness.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love on the Brain