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The fall season gives me life, and I don’t need any nonsense right now.
“The smallest man who ever lived.” I bite my lip and nod, trying not to laugh at her song reference. And she’s not wrong. “That whole Taylor Swift album was like a dedication to your shitty marriage to little dick.”
She calls it my “Rory Gilmore-ing” when I bring an extra book in my purse just in case I get bored wherever I go. I can’t help it that fictional characters are often better than real people.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love Everly. Every little memory of her was like a million paper cuts to my soul. Everly is love. She’s the person who will always make me feel like she’s connected to me in every way. She’s like a piece of my soul, and I feel whole when she’s near me. I can’t remember a point in my childhood when she wasn’t a part of the memories.
I’m in my old-lady era now. I work at a library. I bake, read books, and drink tea. I’m in bed by nine o’clock reading.
“Soulmates come in the form of friends, too. Sometimes it’s not about romance. It’s someone who makes you feel whole and who understands you the most when the rest of the world doesn’t seem to understand you at all.
One thing I’ve learned is that family isn’t always the one you come from. It’s the one that you make.
“Nah, Rich. You can’t claim something you never really had. You know she’s always been mine.”
“I’ve never had a type, Everly, ever. Just been chasin’ shadows who weren’t and could never be you. You’re my type. It’s only ever been you.”
“Beautiful, I’m whiskey, and you’re tea. We are opposite in so many ways, but we go together. I’m not a nice guy, but I’m a good guy. You need to know the difference. I’ll always love, protect, and be here for both of you, no matter what.”
Because sometimes family isn’t who you started with; it’s who you end up with.