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

by Abby Jimenez

“When men stop assaulting women they meet on the internet, we’ll stop creeping on them to make sure they pass the vibe check.

Even if it was just a tiny moment in a long lifetime of moments, I was happy to be a part of it.

It was easier to pretend to be angry and tough than to admit to being devastated and heartbroken.

I didn’t know why it was so hard to say what I was feeling. Maybe because it felt hard to feel what I was feeling.

I’m really sorry if my leaving hurt you. The last thing I wanted was for you to feel abandoned. I know what that’s like.” “I didn’t feel abandoned,” she said, looking me in the eye. “’Cause I knew if I ever called you, you’d come.” She said it so matter-of-factly. And it was funny, because the second she said it, I realized she was right. I would have.

If you can choose anger or empathy, always choose empathy.

The best kind of love doesn’t happen on moonlit walks and romantic vacations. It happens in between the folds of everyday life.