The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

He took the worst days and made them bearable. Took the good days and made them exquisite.

Apologize. Girls like that.”

Or slice my heart open and bleed out, whatever you’d like.

the lies were woven in with the love, and that was the killer.

There are secrets, and there are surprises.”

We are imperfect people made that way by an imperfect world, and we don’t always get a say in what shapes us.

“Take the good. Feel the happy.

I was pretty sure if I didn’t readjust myself, I’d be losing my dick to boxer-brief asphyxiation in a matter of minutes.

you can’t reason with the universe, no matter how sound your logic is. And that we can either breathe through the pain or we can let it shape us. So I’m sure that we’ll take it breath by breath until the ache lessens just a tiny bit.”

I still miss you all the time. Well, not all the time, since there’s a bunch of times I feel like you’re with me. But yeah, I miss you.