Just for the Summer (Part of Your World, #3)

by Abby Jimenez

“Sorry, I had to give Brad his dewormer. I brought some for you too. Faith said you’ve been dragging your ass on the carpet?”

“He’s gone, Justin. May God rest his soul.” I blinked at her. “Your boyfriend died?” “He’s dead to me

“I don’t want to take advantage.” “Please. Take advantage.” Please.

In a world where you can choose anger or empathy, always choose empathy,

Sometimes the best way to show love or be kind to someone is to meet them where they are.”

“What if the universe listened? What if you or your mom or the kids were supposed to die in a car crash and your dad said ‘Take me instead’—and the universe did. And nobody remembers the way it was supposed to be because that’s the deal. You never get to know that he’s a hero. The fates are reversed and the tribute takes the thing he asked for to save someone he loves. If you think of it that way, instead of being sad that he’s gone, be happy that he got what he wanted. And that somebody loved you enough to take your place.”

I think sometimes the key to happiness is framing those things in a different way.”

“Maybe home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s a person.”

Being broken is not an excuse for bad behavior, you still have to make good choices and do the right thing. But it can be the reason. And sometimes understanding the reason can be what helps you heal.”

“What’s wrong with putting down roots?”

“What if I mess them up?” I asked quietly. She smiled at me gently. “What if you save them?”

“You showed me how.”

“Get the fuck out. I mean it.”

Thats a very good friend

The bar is on the floor and she’ll bring a shovel, every time.

But it wasn’t the slight that hurt. It was the loss of hope.

“Come over,” he said without skipping a beat. “It’s ten o’clock at night,” I said. “I don’t care. I want to see you.”

“Why did you come?” “Because you needed me,”

“I will always come when you call.”

No… not just if I needed him. If I wanted him, he would be there. It didn’t have to be important. He would be there for anything and any reason. And I knew that.

“You didn’t leave,” I whispered. “I will never leave you,” he said tiredly. “I mean, unless you tell me to. I’m not a creep.”

“It’s good for them to see that. This is what I got to see when I was growing up.” “Kissing in the kitchen?” “A healthy relationship,” he said. “Two people in love.”

“Sometimes I feel like the seasons could come and go and come and go, a hundred years could pass, a thousand, the ground could collapse under us, this house could crumble and go back to the earth, and we would still be standing here frozen in time, because every second I’m with you is eternal. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

If this isn’t magic, then what is?

“You are not what happened to you. You are what you do next.”

The best kind of love doesn’t happen on moonlit walks and romantic vacations. It happens in between the folds of everyday life. It’s not grand gestures that show how you feel, it’s all the little secret things you do to make her life better that you never tell her about.

This is the kind of love that forever is made of. Because if it’s this good when life is draining and mundane and hard, think of how wonderful it will be when the love songs are playing and the moon is out.

This is the thing nobody tells you about The One. How they’re timeless. How the moment they pop up again you’re right back in it, right where you left off.