The Best Kind of Forever (Riverside Reapers #1)

by Celeste Briars

To any readers who believe they’ve never been enough for love. You are enough.

You either love too little and watch everything you’ve built slip through your fingers like sand in an hourglass, or you love too much, and that heap of sand weighs your chest down until you can’t breathe. Love isn’t black-and-white. It’s a murky gray, a bleak landscape devoid of effervescent life.

“I’d cross the ocean to tell you I missed you.”