“That was a perfect night. I want more of those. I want a lifetime of perfect nights.”
― His Christmas Wish
― His Christmas Wish
“I closed my eyes, remembering what he’d looked like, so close I could smell the shaving soap he’d used that morning. The way Benedict had looked at me—I thought I might melt right there on that log. I’d been so bold to reach for his hand. And I didn’t even feel guilty or ashamed. We’d been in a world of our own with rules we made. Rules that included holding hands and kissing. I wanted to live in that world always.”
― A Match for a Bookish Bride
― A Match for a Bookish Bride
“I'm sorry for the rabbit hole I'm about to introduce you to.”
― Revenge Arc
― Revenge Arc
“But She Does
She loves him as though he were the moon,
Capturing her attention,
Filling her with awe.
Reflection of something brighter, he lights her favorite time of night.
She loves him, far away and nestled between the stars, but she does.
She loves him as though he were a fern,
Gentle and soft,
Curled by the edge of a path.
Hidden between those which are far more impressive, but she sees.
She loves him, small and quiet, but she does.
She loves him as though he were the storm,
Loud and unrelenting,
Covering the sun,
Misunderstood for anger and for wrath, but she sees.
She loves him, impulsive and quick, but she does.
She loves him as though he were hers,
Close and loving,
Surrounding her with affection.
And though he may be distant, she sees.
She loves him, silly and sorrowful, but she does.”
―
She loves him as though he were the moon,
Capturing her attention,
Filling her with awe.
Reflection of something brighter, he lights her favorite time of night.
She loves him, far away and nestled between the stars, but she does.
She loves him as though he were a fern,
Gentle and soft,
Curled by the edge of a path.
Hidden between those which are far more impressive, but she sees.
She loves him, small and quiet, but she does.
She loves him as though he were the storm,
Loud and unrelenting,
Covering the sun,
Misunderstood for anger and for wrath, but she sees.
She loves him, impulsive and quick, but she does.
She loves him as though he were hers,
Close and loving,
Surrounding her with affection.
And though he may be distant, she sees.
She loves him, silly and sorrowful, but she does.”
―
“I wondered if I would ever grow tired of looking at him, if his features would become like the lyrics of a song I knew by heart. The kind I sang absently to myself while driving but without really focusing on the meaning.”
― After the Music
― After the Music
Nicole’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Nicole’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
More friends…
Polls voted on by Nicole
Lists liked by Nicole









