
5/5 Stars
Continue reading “One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston”There was this girl. I met her on a train. The first time I saw her, she was covered in coffee and smelled like pancakes, and she was beautiful like a city you always wanted to go to, like how you wait years and years for the right time, and then as soon as you get there, you havew to taste everything and touch everything and learn every street by name. I felt like I knew her. She reminded me who I was.
And I never, ever wanted a person to save me until she did.