Category: It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover

“I mean . . . I’m not trying to be selfish, but you didn’t taste the dessert, Lily.” Allysa groans. “Oh, it was sooo good.” “We’re never going back there,” I say to her. She stomps her foot like a little kid. “But . . .” “Nope. We have to respect your brother’s feelings.” She folds her arms over her chest. “I know, I know. Why did you have to […]

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I arrive at the restaurant fifteen minutes late. Right when I was about to close tonight I had a customer come in to order flowers for a funeral. I couldn’t turn them away because . . . sadly . . . funerals are the best business for florists. Ryle waves me over to the table and I walk straight to them, doing my best not to look around. I don’t […]

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My phone rings. I pick it up to see who it is and I’m a little taken aback. It’s the first time Ryle has ever called me. We always just text. How odd to have a boyfriend for over three months that I’ve never once spoken to on the phone. “Hello?” “Hey, girlfriend,” he says. I smile cheesily at the sound of his voice. “Hey, boyfriend.” “Guess what?” “What?” “I’m […]

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Ryle: Are you at home or still at work? Me: Work. Should be done in about an hour. Ryle: Can I come see you? Me: You know how people say there is no such thing as a stupid question? They’re wrong. That was a stupid question. Ryle: 🙂 Half an hour later, he’s knocking at the front door of the floral shop. I closed the shop almost three hours ago, […]

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“What are you doing to those poor flowers?” Allysa asks from behind me. I clamp another silver washer closed and slide it down the stem. “Steampunk.” We both stand back and admire the bouquet. At least . . . I hope she’s looking at it with admiration. It turned out better than I thought it would. I used florist dip dye to turn some white roses a deep purple. Then […]

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Dear Ellen, I need to apologize to you. It’s been a week since I’ve written to you and a week since I’ve watched your show. Don’t worry, I still record it so you’ll get the ratings, but every day we get off the bus, Atlas takes a quick shower and then we make out. Every day. It’s awesome. I don’t know what it is about him, but I feel so […]

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Ryle: Is there room for one more? I stare at his text for a moment. He wants to meet my mother? We aren’t even officially dating. I mean . . . I don’t care if he meets my mother. She would love him. But he went from not wanting anything to do with relationships, to possibly agreeing to test-drive one, to meeting the parents, all within five days? Good God. […]

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“Can I ask you a personal question?” Allysa nods as she perfects a bouquet of flowers about to go out for delivery. We’re three days away from our grand opening, and it just keeps getting busier by the day. “What is it?” Allysa asks, facing me. She leans into the counter and starts picking at her fingernails. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to,” I warn. […]

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His words made my heart feel like the mulch he had just laid out. I didn’t even know what to say to that. Does he really think that about himself? He acted like he was about to get up, but before he did I said his name. He sat back down in the grass. I pointed at the row of trees that lined the fence to the left of the […]

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We need to talk,” Lucy says. She’s sitting on the couch, mascara streaked down her cheeks. Oh, shit. I drop my purse and rush over to her. As soon as I sit down next to her, she starts crying. “What’s wrong? Did Alex break up with you?” She starts shaking her head and then I really start freaking out. Please don’t say cancer. I grab her hand, and that’s when […]

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