More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I learned a long time ago that I’m incapable of saying no to Mallory Kent. Any need she expresses is a direct order for me, something I can't ignore,
he doesn’t even want you to let it go. He wants to hold it for you. Do you know how rare that is? To find a man who not only wants to take accountability for what he did wrong but also wants to relieve you of the burden of carrying the hurt he caused you?”
“Not erase it,” Mama continues. “Not sweep it under the rug and tell you it never happened or that you overreacted. But carry it. Work every day to fix it. Pour enough love into you that you don’t even remember what it was like to hurt. That’s not the kind of man you run from, baby.”
Denying her anything goes against everything that I am, everything that I want to be.
He always looks at me just like this, like I’m his and he’s mine, and nothing else in the world matters except those two facts.
but God, do I wish she’d stay still for once, that she’d stand in the discomfort of her fear and let me hold her hand as she finds her way out.
“I didn’t fall in love with your daddy, Mallory. I sunk into it. Slipped it on like a pair of my favorite jeans, like a threadbare t-shirt that’s softer than anything has ever had a right to be.”
“The first time I hugged him, he smelt like home. And that’s what he became for me, what our love became for us. A place we moved into with intention, that we sought out with purpose even though it surprised us.”
but the entirety of our history. Every hour spent together, every day spent apart. Every kiss we've shared and tear we've shed. Because all of it, every painful, beautiful moment, got us here.
