“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.'… — Erin McCahan Copy Share Image
“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
