Danielle

“Here's the truth: I do want love. In some ways, I've been looking for forever. Real love, the kind that makes you want to grow old together, makes you not just unafraid of all that time with one person but electrified by it.
I assumed at some point, maybe the papers would stop. But I wasn't looking forward to that day, at least not exactly. There was something in me that wanted to keep moving. If you never stop long enough to sink into something, then it can't destroy you. It's easier to climb out of a pool that a well, is the thing.”
― Rebecca Serle, Expiration Dates

“I wonder if I'll miss it, I think. The feeling of openness. The understanding, even buried down deep, that anything could happen. That I could bump into someone at an airport or in line at the pharmacy. That the man three stools over at the bar could be taking me home tonight. That the next great adventure was just a slip of paper away. Being single is like playing the lottery. Most of the time all you're left with from that trip to the convenience store is a bag of chips and a six-pack. But then there's always the chance. There's always the chance, however slim, that with one piece of paper you could win it all.”
― Rebecca Serle, Expiration Dates

“But when it came, all I felt was fear. Fear that he wouldn't be who I'd imagined. Fear that I wasn't ready. Fear that I wouldn't feel the way I was supposed to. Fear that I'd fuck up even this, this thing I was meant for. But what I was not afraid of, maybe, was that it was over. It's hard to be single, but it's also something you can get good at. And I was good at it. It's easy to love the things we are good at.
Yes, I wanted epic love. Weak-in-the-knees, movie-kiss-in-the-rain epic love. What I never realized, not up until this very moment, is that I got it - everything I'd been asking for. I'd been on the back of a motorcycle in Paris and across the Golden Gate Bridge at sunrise. I'd been on the beach in Santa Monica at sunset. My life has been filled with magical moments, I was just so busy waiting I didn't see them when they were here.”
― Rebecca Serle, Expiration Dates

“I don't think the opposite of casual is serious, actually."
"What is it then?"
Jake looks at me. His hazel eyes appear almost gold underneath the light of the heat lamp - tiny specs of sunlight. "Depth," he says. "The opposite of casual is deep.”
― Rebecca Serle, Expiration Dates