Love is the strangest, most illogical thing in the world.
And the geography of the thing–the geography of them–was completely and hopelessly wrong.
Her eyes travel down to where he’s gripping the handle of her suitcase. “What’re you doing?” she asks, blinking at him.
“You looked like you needed some help.”
Hadley just stares at him.
“And this way it’s perfectly legal,” he adds with a grin.
they’d become unaccustomed to the brightness of their own city, and, faced with it now in all its intensity, they cupped their hands over their eyes as if staring into the sun.
It was exactly as he’d thought it would be, like the first time and the millionth time all at once, like being wide awake, like losing his balance. Only this time, it wasn’t just him; this time, they were losing their balance together.
Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves.
There are different kinds of happy, some kinds don’t need any proof
-Ellie O’Neill, This is What Happy Looks Like
Just like when you’re young and in love, a seven-hour plane ride can seem like a lifetime.
I might not say it, but I obviously show you how I feel,
But a small part of him also knew that the reason he’d never ventured anywhere was because of the worry that the reality of the world wouldn’t match up to his dreams.