Sofiah ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

“For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“What are you talking about?” I challenged. “You never even spoke to me.” He let out a humorless laugh. “Because you hated me!” he blurted. “I’d come late to class so I could choose my seat based on where you sat, and I’d rush out afterward so I could walk with you, ask to borrow pens every day for a week, fucking drop books Three Stooges–style when you hung back so it would just be the two of us, and you’d never even look at me! Even when we were workshopping your stories and I was talking right to you, you wouldn’t look at me. I could never figure out what I’d done, and then I saw you at that party, and you were finally looking at me and—that’s my point! I’m an idiot when it comes to you!”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“January, January,” Gus would sing, his teeth clacking from the cold. “Even if there aren’t any snowflakes, we’ll have January all year long.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read