What's Left of Me

by Kristen Granata

“I want to feel again. I want to feel something other than despair and pain. I don’t want to think, or plan, or hold back.” My eyes lock with his. “I came here to see you.”

“Your mistakes don’t define you. They teach you, sure. But they don’t change who you are. They don’t dictate your future. Not unless you let it.”

‘When someone pushes you away, you need to find the strength to hold on tighter.’ I

Cole: You up? Me: Yes. Can’t sleep. Cole: Me either. Wishing you were lying here with me. My heart skips a beat. Is he asking me to go over there? Cole: Yes, I’m asking you to come here.

“I’ve had it wrong, Callie. This whole time I thought you needed a savior, and I knew I couldn’t be that man. But I see it so clearly now. You’re my savior. My angel. My redemption.”

“I love you, Callie,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve been falling since the day we met, and I don’t know how to stop.”