In the Weeds (Lovelight, #2)

by B.K. Borison

“It’s okay if it takes you some time to find it again. And it’s okay if you find it, just to lose a bit of it here and there. That’s the beauty of it, yeah? It comes and goes. Not every day is a happy one, and it shouldn’t be. It’s in the trying, I think.”

“You can’t make yourself be happy. But you can be open to it. You can trust yourself enough to feel it when you stumble on it.”

“Did you find your happy today?” I ground my teeth and shook my head. A quick jerk. “No.” He had hummed once, head tilting to look out over the fields. “You want a hug?” And that had been its own sort of magic, hadn’t it? He hadn’t tried to fix it. Just . . . asked if he could hold me through it.

Maybe this is what happy is supposed to be. A person, a place. A single moment in time.

I didn’t realize falling in love could be so simple. Bacon in a take-out container and earplugs in the bottom of a handbag.

“If you think love means having to sacrifice bits of yourself to make someone else happy,” he explains. “If you’re afraid to ask after what you want. Maybe I did something wrong.”