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You never forget your first.
You never forget your first; First boyfriend, first kiss, first love, first time, first heartache. Without You, is my first book. Who would have thought a Book could mean so much to a person. Until I started writing one, I sure didn’t. There is something absolutely thrilling about writing a book. OHMEGEE, IM WRITING A BOOK! As thrilling as it is, it’s also terrifying. What if no one likes it? That thought alone has almost stopped this journey so many flippen times. But with the support of my amazing hubby, I’ve stuck with it. Now I’m here, writing this. This is my first blog on Goodreads. If you asked me a year ago if I would ever be writing a blog on Goodreads I would have laughed. With that said, I would like to thank every one of you who have taken interest in Without You. I can’t even express how much it means to me. To show you my gratitude I have included a few teasers. I hope you enjoy them. Have a beautiful rest of the week!
{When he kisses me I don’t stop him. I let him kiss me because I want to feel something, something other than broken. I want to feel anything besides pain. I want to pretend I’m a normal teenage girl running off with a hot guy, on the fourth of July, without a care in the world. I want to be the girl I was before. Before my mom died, and I started faking being okay. I let him kiss me because it feels insanely good, and I almost feel better. I almost feel normal, I almost feel okay. Almost.}
{It’s not like I have some delusional idea that him and I are going to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after. I don’t believe in that happily ever after shit. I know better, it doesn’t exist. People hurt you and betray you. And in the rare chance that you do find real death do you part love. Death fucking does you part. Just ask my dad. Happily ever-after’s are a myth.}
{When he kisses me I don’t stop him. I let him kiss me because I want to feel something, something other than broken. I want to feel anything besides pain. I want to pretend I’m a normal teenage girl running off with a hot guy, on the fourth of July, without a care in the world. I want to be the girl I was before. Before my mom died, and I started faking being okay. I let him kiss me because it feels insanely good, and I almost feel better. I almost feel normal, I almost feel okay. Almost.}
{It’s not like I have some delusional idea that him and I are going to run off into the sunset and live happily ever after. I don’t believe in that happily ever after shit. I know better, it doesn’t exist. People hurt you and betray you. And in the rare chance that you do find real death do you part love. Death fucking does you part. Just ask my dad. Happily ever-after’s are a myth.}