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“I wish I had never written back to you. I wish I had chosen a different name out of that damn hat back in fifth grade.” It hurts to hear her say that. “Do you really mean that?” “Yes.” Her voice sounds lower now, like she’s sitting on the floor. I lower myself to the floor so that we’re at the same level.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“What?” I gritted out.  “Should I consider her a no go? As in no flirting, no asking out, no taking to bed⁠—” I hung up on him, fuming. What kind of question was that?”
― Clio Evans, Broken Beginnings

“He cuts me off, continuing. “I fell so hard for you that I couldn’t even enjoy anyone else’s company, because I had already decided that you were the one. I tried to tell myself that I was holding you up on a pedestal, that you couldn’t be as funny, or beautiful, or amazing as I imagined you were. Before I came to Miami, I had convinced myself that I was wrong for thinking I could be in love with someone I had never met. And then I met you in person, and it turns out I was right. Everything that I thought I felt was real. I fell in love with you all over again.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail

“I should have burned it,” she said. “I should have burned all of them. In fact.” She turned out of the room, headed for the kitchen. I followed. She opened a couple of drawers and then, finding a candle lighter, she smiled even wider and held it up. “Time to say goodbye to Naomi.”
― Donna Marchetti, Hate Mail