Last Call

So I chose to read about it instead. It’s supremely satisfying when the good guys win and the bad guys lose. When the guy gets the girl and everyone lives happily ever after. Reading is the greatest escape. Where life is unfair, fiction can be perfect. The appeal is infinite, and the reason why I read at least three romance novels a week. If I can’t have it, I may as well imagine it.

And when I stepped into him gently, looked up into his eyes — eyes that saw me, all of me, and loved me still — I took a body assessment. Knees: weak. Cheeks: flushed. Stomach: flipped. Eyes: glistening. Heart: full. And the moment he bent to kiss me was the moment that marked the beginning of the rest of my life.

Sometimes, you have the whole world in your hands, and you don’t realize it until it’s shattered, left crumbled and sparkling in your palms. That you don’t know that you’ve lived your best days, not until they’re gone.

So,” she started, overly cheery, “how mad are you? On a scale of one to homicide?

Cheers to the end, because every story that ends begins another. Cheers to beginnings, that they may be full of hope and love. And cheers to you, my friends, for being a part of ours.” Here,

His eyes burned hot on mine, blazing and intense. I don’t think he even knew he was doing it — he just existed in a constant state of smolder.

Reading is the greatest escape. Where life is unfair, fiction can be perfect.

I didn’t move, couldn’t move, worried she’d wake and the moment would pass. Because in that moment, the wall would slide between us again, closing me off. But for now, it was gone, and she was in my arms.

Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.