Farhana Saini

“I’m surprised to see you here.”
“You shouldn’t be,” Neal said. He lifted his chin and looked directly in her eyes. For the second time in five minutes. For the second time ever. “I’m here because I knew you’d be here. Because I hoped you would be.”
Georgie felt like a snake was unwinding itself in the back of her neck and along her shoulders. She swayed a little, and her mouth clicked open. “Oh.”
Neal looked away, and Georgie took in three gallons of air.
He was shaking his head. “I’m... sorry,” he said. “I wanted to see you. But then I got angry. I didn’t know what to – you’ve been ignoring me.”
“I haven’t been ignoring you,” she said.
“You stopped coming back to talk to me.”
“I thought I was bothering you.”
“You weren’t bothering me,” he said, facing her again. “Why would you think that?”
“Because you never come talk to me.”
“I never had to come talk to you.” Neal looked bewildered. “You always came to me.”
“I...” Georgie finished her drink so she could put down the cup.
Neal took it from her. He set the cup and his bottle on a desk behind him.
“I thought I was bothering you,” she said. “I thought you were just humoring me.”
“I thought you got tired of me,” he said.
She brought her hands up to her forehead. “Maybe we should stop thinking.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Landline

“Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.”
― Jojo Moyes, One Plus One

“The sun rises the next day after mothers lose their babies, after men lose their wives, after countries lose wars. The sun will rise no matter what pain we encounter. No matter how much we believe the world to be over, the sun will rise. So you can’t go around assessing love by whether or not the sun rises. The sun doesn’t care about love. It just cares about rising.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, After I Do

“How'd you know he was the one?"

"I didn't know. I don't think either of us knew."

Heather rolled her eyes. "Neal knew — he proposed to you."

"It's not like that," Georgie said. "You'll see. It's more like you meet someone, and you fall in love, and you hope that that person is the one — and then at some point, you have to put down your chips. You just have to make a commitment and hope that you're right.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Landline