“Falling in love like that? Writing poetry, crying at pop songs? Dragging people into photo-booths, taking a while day to make a… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“And so Emma Morley walked home in the evening light, trailing her disappointment behind her. The day was cooling off now, and… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
“But you're happy?' 'Yeah? I think I am. Are you?' 'Happier. Happyish.' 'Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.' 'It's the most we… — David Nicholls Copy Share Image
