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

by Jenny Han

When a 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?

I used to believe. I used to think that if I wanted it bad enough, wished hard enough, everything would work out the way it was supposed to.

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.

everything in life, there’s the game-changing moment. The one moment everything else hinges upon, but you hardly ever know it at the time. The three-pointer early on in the second quarter that changes up the whole tempo of the game. Wakes people up, brings them back to life. It all goes back to that one moment.

There’s only you. For me, there’s only ever been you.”

How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don’t. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.

But what would I say? I didn’t know if there was anything I could say. So I didn’t try. Instead I let the moment pass and I just sighed and leaned back onto my chair.

You never know the last time you’ll see a place. A person.