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439 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 9, 2018
I just think you’re meant to meet some people. I think the universe nudges them into your path. Even on random Monday afternoons in July. Even at the post office.
“Infinite do-overs.” “I like that,” he says. “It sounds like us.”
I barely know him. I guess that’s any relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.
All I can think about are all the things I want to know about him.
I’m right for him and he’s right for me and that feels beyond right—the universe knew it was love before we did.
I don’t like that the same world that brought us together is also scaring him.
People like me should come with a mute button.
“I believe in love at first sight. Fate, the universe, all of it. But not how you’re thinking. I don’t mean it in the our souls were split and you’re my other half forever and ever sort of way. I just think you’re meant to meet some people. I think the universe nudges them into your path.”
When I'm out in the hallway, I text Arthur back. Everything is good. Dylan is very Dylan. I take a deep breath. I really want to see you. Can I meet you somewhere?
My phone buzzes.
Yeah, I'll meet you in the waiting area in ten seconds. Don't be late.
What.
I look up.
There he is.
“I believe in love at first sight. Fate, the universe, all of it. But not how you’re thinking. I don’t mean it in the our souls were split and you’re my other half forever and ever sort of way. I just think you’re meant to meet some people. I think the universe nudges them into your path.”
“I guess that’s any relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.”
“Not looking the part of Puerto Rican messed me up. I know I get some privilege points from looking white, but Puerto Ricans don’t come in one shade.”
“We’re not old-school Catholics who live by the Bible and conveniently ignore all the verses that contradict the hate coming out of their mouths. We’re the kind of Catholics who think people shouldn’t go to hell for being nonhetero, and that was before I even came out.”
“How lucky we are to be alive right now, right?” “Oh my god, you’re speaking Hamilton—I’m just so into you. I’m helpless.”
“I guess that’s every relationship. You start with nothing and maybe end with everything.”
Thank you Edelweiss and the publisher for an ARC of this book.
I don’t know if we’re in a love story or a story about love.
Dylan calls me on FaceTime as I’m getting ready to meet up with Arthur.Their close, usually-easy, nerdy friendship was a joy to read about and I wanted more.
“Hey,” I say. I’m naked from the top up because I’m not sure which shirt I want to wear yet.
“Morning strip show,” he says. “Dylan like.”
If you aren't a huge musical theater fan, like I'm not, do yourself a big favor in following the story and watch the YouTube video of Ben Platt and Laura Dreyfuss perform ‘Only Us’ from ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ (below) *before* getting too far into the story.-----------------------------------------------
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-FgEK...