Taylor

He was—most likely at this early hour—cradling Carrie Soto in his sleep

“A beautiful woman who will fight me over the bananas Foster and who has great taste in music, too?” he asked. “Where did you come from, June Costas?”

I’m gonna love you, like nobody’s loved you, come rain or come shine

“I’ll give you the world.”

She was a woman, after all. Living in a world created by men. And she had long known that assholes protect their own. They are faithful to no one but surprisingly protective of each other

cried because of how much of herself she had compromised in order to keep him, cried because it had never been enough to make him stay.

I will be more than just this, June thought to herself. I am more than just a woman he left

she, and Nina, and Jay, and Hudson all had lost something. They were now living with a different-sized hole in each one of their four hearts

“They aren’t special like us. We were born with magic in our hearts.”

She knew that childhood is made up of days magnificent and mundane. And this had been a magnificent day for all of them