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352 pages, Hardcover
First published February 7, 2023
.ೃ➛ “i guess my point is that i do believe in love. really. i'm just not convinced that kind of love could ever happen to me.�
.ೃ➛ “and this, i think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. missing people who don’t miss me back. clinging on to strands of string that shouldn’t mean half as much as they do. it takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on.�
.ೃ➛ “are you happy?�
“i am, are you?�
“i'm so unbelievably happy right now.�
“You must know that’s not what I care about.�
“What- what do you care about, then?�
“You,� he says quietly. “I want you Eliza.�
“What . . . what am I like around him?�
“H,� she says simply.
“I guess my point is that I do believe in love. Really. I'm just not convinced that kind of love could ever happen to me.�
“And this, I think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. Missing people who don’t miss me back. Clinging on to strands of string that shouldn’t mean half as much as they do. It takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on.�
“And I don't know how to make people stay; I never have.�
“Liar,� he whispers.
“You just seemed like you really wanted to kiss me. And who am I to deny you the pleasure?�
“That thing about� being there for me. I want to be that for you too.�
“Where are you going?� he asks.
“To clean up-�
“Stay,� he whispers.
"I hope you remember to miss me when all this is over."
writing is a means of telling the truth. both the beautiful and the ugly.
� if awkwardness could be a fatal flaw, it would most definitely be mine. �
� my problem isn’t making friends, it’s keeping them. there’s no reason for that to change this time around. �
� i miss a lot of people. � and this, i think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. missing people who don’t miss me back. clinging on to strands of string that shouldn’t mean half as much as they do. it takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on.
� you hold everything in here, ai-ai, � she (her mother) says sternly, pointing to her own heart. � for better or worse. but not everyone is going to guess at what you’re thinking like i do. no one is going to know how you feel if you don’t tell them. and until you do—you can never really know what’s going to happen. �
� you know, for someone who claims to not be my fan, you sure know a lot about me. �
�
� i want to be the person you know you can turn to. the place where you feel safe. i want you to feel like you can just be—human, in front of me. like you don’t have to always show your best side. okay? �
� i’ve waited ten lifetimes for you, lost you ten times, fought my way through the underworld to retrieve your soul. you are my light, your highness; the only home i’ve ever known. i’d gladly die before i let you slip through my fingers again. �
� caz, i’d love to be inconvenienced by you. i wouldn’t mind being inconvenienced by you for the rest of my life. �
What the hell is he up to? We agreed to keep our families out of this, and I can’t imagine him benefiting from this situation in any way. Is he so committed to his role as the perfect fake boyfriend? Or is it just a habit for him by now, to constantly entertain, perform, impress?
“And this, I think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. Missing people who don’t miss me back. It takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on.�
“We do need people. People who’ll laugh with us and cry with us and make the bad days bearable and the good days better; people who’ll remember what we forget and listen even when they don’t completely understand; people who’ll need us back. It has nothing to do with strength at all, and every-thing to do with being human.�
“Mom: *stares at me* Why are you smiling? what are you looking at?
Me: Me?! Smiling? I'm studying not smiling Mom! *presses a hand on mouth to keep from smiling*�
“This is proof that when they said they’ll remember you, stay in touch with you, they were lying.�
“She’s the only one left in my life. The only one who’s stayed over the years. And the only one who’s messaged me with a completely unrestrained number of exclamation marks demanding an explanation.�
“I don’t want to fall off,�
“You won’t fall, I won’t let you.�
“You always look good. You know that. But if you ever use my words against me, I will personally cut all your hair off myself. Got it?�
“Whatever you say, my love.�
“It’d be more accurate, if you were to press your forehead to mine. Then you could properly compare the temperatures.�
“I don’t want to constantly keep my guard up around you when you’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like I can just be... honest. Myself. Like I matter even when all the cameras are off.�
“I want this to be real.�
“What . . . what am I like around him?�
“H,�
“I had always feared Caz Song would break my heart, but this� This is the kind of heartbreak you never recover from.�
“I’d love to be inconvenienced by you. I wouldn’t mind being inconvenienced by you for the rest of my life.�
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ � � and this, i think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. missing people who don’t miss me back. clinging on to strands of string that shouldn’t mean half as much as they do. it takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on. � �
✦� � i hope you remember to miss me when all this is over. � ₊˚๑
“I hope you remember to miss me when all this is over�
“I guess my point is that I do believe in love. Really. I'm just not convinced that kind of love could ever happen to me.�
“And this, I think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. Missing people who don’t miss me back. Clinging on to strands of string that shouldn’t mean half as much as they do. It takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on.�
🪷 ໋� 𖥻"i hope you remember to miss me when all this is over."
🪷 ໋� 𖥻"i guess my point is that i do believe in love. really. i'm just not convinced that kind of love could ever happen to me."
🪷 ໋� 𖥻"i don't want to constantly keep my guard up around you when you're the only one who's ever made me feel like i can just be...honest. myself. like i matter even when all the cameras are off."
"but aren't small things exactly what friendships are made of? frayed string bracelets and late-night texts and compilations of your favorite songs? when you take those things away, what do you have left?"
"and i don't know how to make people stay; i never have."
"romantic breakups are romanticized constantly, talked about everywhere by everyone, but platonic breakups are swept to the side, suffered in secret, as if they're somehow less important."
"hope is not a weakness. it's oxygen, a crack in the window, the pale slash of moonlight across a dusty room. maybe i should start learning to invite it in."
"caz, i'd love to be inconvenienced by you. i wouldn't mind being inconvienced by you for the rest of my life."
“and this, i think, is my ultimate fatal flaw. missing people who don’t miss me back. clinging on to strands of string that shouldn’t mean half as much as they do. it takes so little for me to love someone, yet so long for me to move on.�
"we didn’t even have a fight or anything. it was just � we drifted apart. that’s what always happens when i’m involved, caz. every single fucking time."
"When you care about someone, you want to be inconvenienced—you wouldn’t mind being inconvenienced by them every day for the rest of your life. that’s what love is. that’s all love really is.�
"But aren’t small things exactly what friendships are made up of? frayed string bracelets and late-night texts and compilations of your favorite songs? when you take those things away, what do you have left?�
"Because no matter what happens . . . we’re friends now, right? i want to be the person you know you can turn to. the place where you feel safe. i want you to feel like you can just be—human, in front of me. like you don’t have to always show your best side. okay? promise me.�
“If awkwardness could be a fatal flaw, it would most definitely be mine.�
"I guess my point is that i do believe in love. really. i'm just not convinced that kind of love could ever happen to me.�
"Home for them was one piece, one place, not something scattered all around the globe, fragmented into something barely recognizable."
"You always look good. You know that. But if you ever use my words against me, I will personally cut all your hair off myself. Got it?� His smug, infuriating smile falters, but only for a second. he replies,
“Whatever you say, my love."