“She fitagainst him like a teaspoon inside a tablespoon, curves anglingtogether in all the right places to lock them into place with a nearlyaudible click of perfection”

“Something inside him shifted and came to rest, as if it had found its proper place. It was like one of his sister’s wooden tumbling puzzles, like the satisfying click it made when all its many turning pieces were perfectly aligned.”

“With him being so charming, and so perfect, so heart-achingly beautiful, but tarnished in all of the right places, and in all of the ways that I understood so well, how could I not love him?”

“As we look at each other, something inside me is trying to click, trying to fall into place. I feel it in my mind and in my chest, like a puzzle piece you know has to go somewhere so you keep trying to push it in from all different angles. And then, just like that, it fits. So perfect and complete that you can't imagine how it was without it there, even seconds ago.”

“You just click your heels and think there's no place like being pwned.”

“And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.”