spoiler visualizarsophia 27/03/2024
?i can read you like a book? ?
Eu como alguém que ama histórias de amor, amei essa que foi feita para as pessoas que também amam esse tipo de história. os personagens são incríveis!! a Nora sendo descrita como a vilã das comédias românticas clichês me ganhou muito, o Charlie sendo um personagem muito complexo e que eu me identifiquei em alguns momentos (e pontos bônus pra ele porque imaginei ele parecido com o Enzo Vogrincic!!!!!) e a Libby que radia uma energia tão querida sendo uma irmã mais nova e uma mãe de cabelos cor de rosa!
?I read onde that sunflowers always orient themselves to face the sun. That's what being near Charlie Lastra is like for me. There could be a raging wildfire racing toward me from the west and I'd still be straining eastward toward his warmth.?
?Life with Mom, life in New York, was like being in a giant bookstore: all these trillions of paths and possibilities drawing dreamers into the city's beating heart, saying, I make no promises but I offer many doors.?
"Until you got here," he rasps, "all this place had ever been was al reminder of the ways I was a disappointment, and now you're here, and?I don't know. I feel like I'm okay. So if you're the wrong kind of woman,' then I'm the wrong kind of man.?
?We really are two opposing magnets, incapable of being in the Same room without drawing together. I want to scrape my fingers through his hair and kiss him until he forgets where we are, and everything and everyone that ever made him feel like he was a disappointment. And he's looking at me like I could, like there's an ache in him only I could soothe.?
?All my reasons for keeping those walls up between us seem suddenly inconsequential. Because the wall isn't up. It's not. Charlie sees me. He's touching me. And for the first time in so long maybe even since we lost Mom?I feel like I'm not outside the scene, watching through glass, longing so badly to find a way in.?
?My chest squeezes with that heart-crushing final-chapter feeling, only now I know the word for it. I know it even if I can't bring myself to think it. "You do have me, Nora. I never stood a chance.
For the first time in my life, I know what the hell Cathy was talking about when she said I am Heathcliff. Not just because Charlie and are so similar, but because he's right: we belong. In a way I don't understand, he's mine, and I'm his. It doesn't matter what the last page says. That's the truth. Here, now.?
?How is it possible for two people who belong together to belong in two different places? [?] You can take the city person out of the city, but the city will always be in them. I think it's the same for sisters. Anywhere we go, we won't leave each other. We couldn't even if we wanted to. And we don't. We never will.?
?That's life. You're always making decisions, taking paths that lead you away from the rest before you can see where they end. Maybe that's why we as a species love stories so much. All those chances for do-overs, opportunities to live the lives we'll never have.?
?And you and I?we go out to dinner.
"Wherever you want, whenever you want. We have a lot of fun being city people, and we're happy. You let me love you as much as I know I can, for as long as I know I can, and you have it fucking all.
That's it. That's the best I could come up with, and I really fucking hope you say-?
"For anyone who wants it all," she begins, "may you find something that is more than enough."
She wonders whether what comes next could ever live up to the expectations.
She doesn't know. You never can.
She turns the page anyway.?