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My life is like the ocean. Sometimes, I’m at the top, floating on my back, the sun on my face. Happy, warm. Whole. Other times, I’m in the deepest, dark blue depths, so cold I can’t remember what the sun feels like anymore. I'm numb.
“You’ve got all my love, little star. Always have, always will.”
“This isn’t who I am anymore, Riggins.” “Then I can’t wait to get to know the new version of you, Stella. Make her my best friend, too.”
I’ve always had an imbalance of some sort for as long as I can remember. I’d get sad for no reason, and it would last a bit before I’d feel good again.
“Is it okay if I lay there with you?” he asks. My brow furrows, and I shake my head gently, not in a no, but because it makes no sense. “What?” “The days you can’t leave bed. Can I lay in it with you?”
I’ve learned over the years that I can survive without Riggins, but I can’t live without him. I’ve been surviving for seven years, and I’m tired of it. I want my best friend back for good.
I think the company thought I was insane, but I figured if I had this place, this place I made for you when you were never even going to be mine again, I could have you in this small way. The brightest star in my sky has always been you, little star.”