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“Everyone wants to shine bright like a diamond, but no one wants to get cut.” —Eric Thomas
“You’re not broken, Dot.” He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, patting my thigh offhandedly. “A little cut, sure. All diamonds are.”
“First of all? Work on your people skills. You’re about as personable as an STD test.”
And always remember what I told you: the darkness envies the moon because it helps it shine. Don’t let people tell you you are anything less than perfect. Love you more than a flower loves the sun, —Dad.
“Oh, did you mistake my anxiety for weakness?” Her eyes flared. “Rookie mistake. My tongue is more lethal than any man’s fist.” I bet so, sweetheart.
“I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I’m not.” Of course he was a Kurt Cobain fan. He had the same grungy, don’t-give-a-fuck air about him.
Mamma ruffled my hair. “You’re my favorite son.” “I’m your only son.” “Same difference.”
“What’s cucciolotta? She’s been calling me that for years.” “Little puppy.” “She picked up on my Golden Retriever energy.”
“I’m extremely flexible.” “Would love to test that theory.”
“You’re reaching.” “Yeah, the end of my fucking patience.
Dad had said not to be sad because the snow melted into everything we touched and the same could be said about losing a loved one. The person who left us was still there—soaked into memories, objects, and other people. We all left a mark on this world. It was only now that I understood Dad’s greatest gift to me wasn’t the bike I’d gotten for Christmas or even the Barbie house he’d gotten me when I was six. He had taught me creativity and imagination. And they were my safe place.
Suddenly, I had the distinct feeling I was in exactly the right place, at the right time, with the right person. A tiny part of a trillion-piece puzzle that neatly fit into this universe.
“Dot, I’m counting to ten.” “Good for you. What a milestone to celebrate just shy of your twenty-eighth birthday.” “Joke’s on you when I get up there,” he threatened.
If there is one thing I can guarantee to you—your dreams don’t wait around for you to get to them. That’s why it’s called chasing a dream. We keep running out of time. Don’t postpone for tomorrow what you can do today.
“Moonlight. Music. Chin tilt. You came here because you wanted me to kiss you, didn’t you?” His tiger eyes gleamed like a thousand fireflies in the dark. My knee-jerk reaction was to deny, deny, deny through my teeth. Damn anxiety. I plowed through that instinct like swimming against a heavy stream. I gulped. “Yeah.” “Fuck.” His shoulders sagged with relief. “I’m so glad I’m just slow, not completely dumb.”
“Whether it’s to have sex, go to a funeral, or start a heist, I’d always choose you over anyone else.” “Why?” I probed. “Because you’re it.” He flashed me a sexy grin. “What’s it?” “Everything, baby.”
