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How naïve we are when we’re young. How easily we trust that the sun will keep rising and setting, warming our days. And what a terrible blow it is to discover it isn’t the sun that makes things bright, but the people who love us, so that when they’re gone, everything is plunged into darkness.
He’s exactly what I needed.
“I wish you knew how perfect you are. How different and perfect. I’ve never met anyone like you. Whenever we’re together, I feel like a new man. A better man. Like everything bad that’s ever happened to me doesn’t matter anymore because your sweet smile takes it all away.”
“Hi, I’m Kayla! I’ve been hearing strange noises in my house, jars fly out of my kitchen cupboards on their own, my memory has more holes in it than a spaghetti strainer, I’ve got a new pen pal in prison, and I started an intense sexual affair three weeks after my husband died with a man who calls me his bunny rabbit!”
“What you believe is immaterial, Kayla. Because ghosts most definitely believe in you.”
“And exactly what is it you think I need, Aidan?” “To forget everything so you can remember who you are again.”
I also need tbhat.
“It is. I always feel safe around you. You bring out a side of me I didn’t even know existed before. I feel like I could tell you anything, my darkest secret, the worst thing I’ve done that I’m most ashamed of, and it would be okay.” I hesitate. “Except…”
“Kayla, be careful with me.”
“I know you think I’m strong. But the problem with strong things is that they’re brittle. They can’t bend under stress. They just break.”
We’re magnets who don’t want to be magnets, pulled together by invisible elements beyond our control.
“I’m only amazing when I’m with you. The rest of the time, I’m nobody.”
“I can’t help it. You bring out the beast in me.”
It’s incredible how many different people one body can hold. We all walk around with a thousand strangers inside us, slumbering quietly until someone else wakes them up. Like the jolt of electricity that reanimated Frankenstein’s monster, all it takes for our sleeping giants to jump to life is a single spark.
“Why do I feel like I’m never going to see you again?” “Because you’re a drama queen. Now get your sweet ass out of my truck, bunny. Call me when you’ve got clarity.”
