A Thousand Broken Pieces (A Thousand Boy Kisses #2)

by Tillie Cole

a thousand broken pieces.

My eyes tracked to the seat opposite me. Savannah. I couldn’t deny that the minute I’d clocked my eyes on her, she had stopped me in my tracks. Surprising, seeing as though I hadn’t remotely noticed anyone that way in a year.

She was point blank the most beautiful person I’d ever seen.

And to understand what it felt like to be alone with such devastating pain that, maybe, sometimes, made you wonder if it would be easy if you just ceased to exist too…

loved one’s death wasn’t a onetime thing that you had to endure. It was an endless cycle.

Grief was walking through a minefield with no protection or guide.

“Some people are only in our lives for a short time, but the mark they leave on us is a cherished tattoo.”

When we are hurting and the world feels like it is caving in on us, we need people around us to hold us up.

They didn’t hate me. The impact that had on me was total.

“depression, for some, can be so difficult to live with that it is a terminal illness.”

They were the physical manifestation of my heart breaking, my soul shattering into a thousand broken pieces. I never believed that I could be put back together.

We could believe in another life, find meaning in the universe or whatever we believed happened next. But goodbyes, in some form, would always have to be made on this Earth.

I will never not grieve for all the time that you are missing for my life, yet I will cherish the blessings you gave to me while you were here.”

“You don’t want your love for her to be lessened by sorrow. You don’t want her to have to share you with residual darkness. Come with me, let us help you, and then give her your entire—healthy—heart. Give her you entirely.”

When I came on this trip, I was shattered into a thousand broken pieces.

“We are alive, we are stronger, and we are together. That’s what makes us lucky.

And we’d forever live in honor of those we have lost.