Was it hard?” I ask.Letting go?”Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.
Come with me,’ Mom says.To the library. Books and summertimego together.
I think fear is normal, Cade. Just don’t let it win.
We have a lot of questions, and we want to understand.Music helps with that .Music helps with everything.
Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.
It brings me back to the moment, and I want to livethe moment with everything I’ve got.
It’s hard to be happy in the now when you can’t stop worrying about the future. What I want is to trust that everything will work out. To believe with all my heart that I’ll end up where I belong.
Three boys. Three deaths. One school. We’ve made the national news. Is out school cursed? Are we a reckless bunch of fools? The media asks questions no one can answer. Kids can’t stop crying.
See that’s exactly why I don’t want a dog.” “Why?” “Because it’ll just die.” “Everybody dies, Brooklyn.” Like that makes it okay or something.
Ill lose myself in the pain. It might not make sense. But it works.
After Lucca died, everything shut down. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t talk. Somehow they got me on the plane and back home.
And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird
Memories fall like snowflakes upon my dreams. The snowflakes toss and tumble, each different and yet the same.
And years from now,you may not remember exactly what you ate.But you’ll remember who you ate with.
I like the memories because they remind meI haven’t always beenthis girl,constantly mad or scaredor confused.
I know. You can be fine, and then,out of nowhere,a memory blindsides you.
When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.
He was a character.A character who should still be here. Damn it all to hell.He should still be here.
Joy, not sorrow.Laughter, not tears.Life, not death.Love, not blame.
When you meet someoneso different from yourself,in a good way,you don’t even have to kissto have fireworks go off.
WRAP ME UPI shiver.He pulls away.”Are you cold?” he asks.”A little.Plus… you know.””What?””Um… your kisses?”He laughs,pulls me downonto the blanketand wraps his armsand legs around me.Perfect.My kind of blanket.
I look at him and realize, maybe I overreacted. Maybe more than once.
The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.
Okay.I will go.But only ifyou will give meyour guiltto takewith me.
I know it’s not the end…it’s only just the beginning.
He cups my facewith both handsleans in,eyes lingering asweet secondbefore his lips are there on mine,teasing, playing, tasting, kissing.When he pulls away,I’m breathless.He nuzzles my ear.”Now that’s thrilling.”You got that right.