laura

“And how do you feel?” she whispers, like she doesn’t know she stole my heart,
piece by piece, that first day in biology class, and that night we got frozen yogurt,
and at our roller-skating date, bruised forehead and all.
“Like I’m so in love with you, Molly Parker.”
And... it feels right. The words I’ve been so scared of for years suddenly come
easier than I ever thought possible.
“I love you too, Alex Blackwood,” she says, and it’s all the things I never knew
an “I love you” could be, meeting me exactly as I am, without a single condition.
It’s coming home instead of running away.”
― R.Lippincott, A.Derrick