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

by Jenny Han

person you love dies, it doesn’t feel real. It’s like it’s happening to someone else. It’s someone else’s life. I’ve never been good with the abstract. What does it mean when someone is really and truly gone?

And no matter what you do or how hard you try, you can’t stop yourself from dreaming.

There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you’d erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.

I wanted to memorize it all in case I didn’t get to come back again. You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.