Anđela R.

“It wasn’t the end that mattered, but every word leading up to it.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“I love you,” he repeated. “I love the way your mouth always slides into a smile, even when no one’s looking. I love the way you go out of your way for people you’ve barely met. I love how your hair always curls right here, at the nape of your neck”—and he ran his fingers along the side of my neck. “And I love how you make me want to see the world in color, and I love how I feel when I’m with you. And maybe we won’t work out, but maybe we will—and I’ll run across cities, and I’ll show up with boom boxes outside your window, and I’ll meet you at the tops of buildings, and I’ll kiss you in the rain just to remind you that you’re worth every moment.” He bent and kissed my cheeks, and I realized that he had kissed the tears off them. I was crying, and I couldn’t stop.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“If you loved something—someone—sometimes you had to let them go. And if they loved you, too, they’d come back. Love—true love—always came back.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story

“And he would never stop missing her, because that was what love was in the end-breaking of a piece of of yourself that you'd never get back, There were people who tried to fill that hole with work, and there were people like me who tried to fill it with stories: people filled it with whatever could fit.”
― Ashley Poston, A Novel Love Story