I’d never before been infatuated with someone living, someone real.
If Levi were a dog, he’d be a golden retriever. If he were a game, he’d be a Ping-Pong, incessant and bouncing and light.
Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I dont do it
Why do I write?
To be somewhere else
To get free of ourselves
To stop being anything or anywhere at all
I am not afraid of giving bad reviews. If I don’t like a book, I don’t like it. Period. I don’t do promotion
When she opened her door, Levi was sitting in the hallway, his legs bent in front of him, hunched forward on his knees. He looked up when she stepped out.
“I’m such an idiot,
Maybe ‘Okay’ will be our ‘always’…
She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward.
Back up to his eyes.
“You know that I’m falling in love with you, right?