Too Late

by Colleen Hoover

Guys who allow girls in their life between the hours of 8:00 a.m. and 8:00 p.m. have shit for brains. That’s a direct quote from my father.

I want more of whatever it is he makes me feel.

“Love is not found. Love finds.” Carter’s eyes move across the room until they land on mine. “Love finds you in the forgiveness at the tail end of a fight. Love finds you in the empathy you feel for someone else. Love finds you in the embrace that follows a tragedy. Love finds you in the celebration after the conquering of an illness. Love finds you in the devastation after the surrender to an illness.”

It’s the first time in my life I feel like my burdens aren’t all mine. I’ve never met anyone who brings more relief to my life than they do stress.

Love shouldn’t feel like added weight. It should make you feel as light as air.

I fear losing him more than I fear death.

The world doesn’t owe us a thing. We take what we’re given and we make the most of it.