Lynn Painter

It took losing her for me to realize that loving her wasn’t even a risk

“But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

—10 Things I Hate About You

what if I’d been misreading every little thing between Wes and me to begin with?

That look on her face, what it said? I could relate

I felt a little bad for him because I could totally empathize. Wanting something but being unsure if you’re able to have it?
Or if it’s safe to have? Yeah, I got that.

I was getting worked up at the thought of going to prom with Wes. Someone needed to douse me with cold water, fast. Because suddenly it felt like it was all I’d ever wanted.

It just reminded me that I needed to get down to that card game before Alex ended up with my happy ending

The inside of the dark car felt intimate against the roaring storm, and I was wholly unsettled

I’m getting back in the car—would the lady care to join me?”

“She would, actually.”

life was unpredictable. No matter how much planning you did, and no matter how safe you played it, some intangible was always going to rear its head and shake things up