It's Not Summer Without You (Summer, #2)

by Jenny Han

He’d loved her. Once upon a time, he’d been crazy about her. He had never been that way with me. Never. But I had loved him. I loved him longer and truer than I had anyone in my whole life and I would probably never love anyone that way again. Which, to be honest, was almost a relief.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.