“I'd distanced myself from love for so long, told myself that I didn't need it, didn't want it, that I wasn't so sure I knew what love looked like anymore outside of a book. I'd grown to care about this man, somehow, over the last few days. I'd gotten used to his wry charm, and his sarcasm, and I found myself looking for his shadow at the bar, and the bookstore.”
Book:A Novel Love Story