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“You like meadows. It’s the first thing you ever drew on me.”
“I spend a lot of time daydreaming about lying in them. Feels like it would be peaceful. I’ve developed a fondness for daises, too.”
There’s an H on the lower left corner of my stomach in thick, black cursive. It’s the only bold color on my stomach. “You signed me.”
His fingers dance across the skin beneath his initial. “How does it make you feel when you look at it?”
“Pretty,” I respond, answering honestly and feeling more vulnerable than I have before. “You always make me feel pretty.”
“You feel like that because you are pretty, Halle.”
― Hannah Grace, Daydream

“Lily twines her fingers with mine, chin on my stomach as she grins up at me. “We’re havin’ a mental health day, Auntie Cara. All of us, together.”
― Becka Mack, Breathe With Me

“You want to know why I’ve had all those good days? Because you were there. Because I’ve been a idiotic, pathetic mess of man since the first day I saw you.”
― Chelsea Curto, Hat Trick

“Don’t feel like you should have to go thought life apoligizing for things you didn’t do. Sometimes you don’t even need to apologize for things you did do.”
― Jillian Meadows, Give Me Butterflies