Ashley Poston

Because when you put your hand in the fire too many times, you learn that you only get burned.

My aunt used to say, if you don’t fit in, fool everyone until you do.

“Whatever you say, Lemon.”
I shot him a glare. “It’s Clementine.”
“Clllllllemontine.”
“I suddenly hate you.”

“You are who you are, and you like what you like,” he replied, and there was no sarcasm in his voice. “You are you, and that’s a lovely person to be.”

I didn’t need to be fixed. I just needed . . . to be reminded that I was human.
And dinner with a stranger who didn’t look at me like I was broken had been a surprisingly good start.

“And you’ll follow?”
“To the moon and back,” he replied,

It was good to see you again, Lemon,” before he slipped out of the conference room, and I was left, mouth open, staring after him.

If you want something, you have to go for it. No one else will be more on your side than you.”

was never the kind of woman to fall in love with a voice,

I was never the kind of woman to fall in love with a voice,