“I keep telling myself that maybe, eventually, we’ll get to know each other, and he might like me. A lot. But that’s a long way off, and in the meantime, I already know I like him. A lot. And I… — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you and can say tonight that I just might love you. Or could someday.” — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“Need I say more?' 'No, because you're wrong, and I'd hate for you to keep embarrassing yourself.” — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“If you get it tested and find out you're actually retarded, that would be irony.” — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“I keep telling myself that maybe, eventually, we’ll get to know each other, and he might like me. A lot. But that’s a long… — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“I'm not entirely sure there is a formula for this,' I say. But I wish there were. I would have followed it, plugging in… — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“You realize I can never sleep under this blanket with this thread as it is. The thought of it would plague me all night.' 'Were you going to?' he asks, looking over his shoulder at me. 'Well, I'm not going to now.' 'Suggesting you were going to at some point?' 'Suggesting no matter where I sleep in the future, it… — Erin McCahan Copy Share
“Good becomes perfect, but perfect is an illusion. And illusions are like all spells—temporary and soon broken. And when that happens, feelings change.” — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you… — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“Dream of me," he said. Dream of you? I'm doing that while I'm awake.” — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“Come dance with me," he says, taking my hand, and someday I'll explain to him that I already am.” — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“How can Sophie hate Josh tonight when Friday morning she loved him?' I ask. What I mean is How can I have had such… — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
