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the good things are all tied up with the bad. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which. But either way, you end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses,
That I was only myself when we were together.
There’s something about walking into school holding hands with a person you actually love. It’s strange—not bad strange. The best strange. I remembered what made couples hang around attached to each other like cold spaghetti. There were so many ways to be knotted up together. Arms draped around necks, hands crossed in pockets. We couldn’t even walk next to each other without our shoulders finding a way to bump, as if our bodies gravitated toward each other on their own. I guess when electric voltage marked each of those tiny connections, you noticed them more than the average guy.
She held my face in her hands and leaned back so she could look at me. “I don’t think I could ever love anything the way I love you.”
“There’s no me without you, Lena.”
I leaned down and kissed her, lowering myself until my body fit perfectly against hers, like they were made to be together. Because we were—no matter what the universe or my pulse had to say about it.
I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.
She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, and even though we weren’t holding hands, it felt like we were. Because what we had, we knew.
Had it been? Looking back on everything that had happened, everything that had brought me from that hearse to this one, I still couldn’t say. Not because of Lena. She would always be the best thing that had ever happened to me. But because things had changed. We both had. I understood that. But Gatlin had changed, too, and that was harder to understand.
