If Tomorrow Never Comes

by Allison Ashley

He’d replayed the time spent with May with fresh eyes and a clear head, and concluded there was a good chance he’d met—and lost—his soulmate.

“Everything was different with him. Better and brighter. After that first date I found myself wanting to be with him, no matter what I was doing. Even mundane errands were better if he was with me. I loved the way he saw the world and how he helped me see it in a new way.”

You can’t have an honest, worthwhile conversation with someone else if you haven’t been truthful with yourself.”

How

Sunset was Jamie’s second-favorite time of day, just after sunrise. There was just something about those moments of transition when his part of the world went from night to day and back again. The stillness, the colors, the opportunity for something new . . . It never failed to give him a sense of calm and the urge to just stand still and breathe. Just for a second.

“I hope you’re on your way to Jamie’s place as we speak to jump that man.” There was an irresponsible, wanton part of Elliott that wanted to do just that. And how. But . . . “I’m not.” “Goddammit, Elliott. This is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I still want you, Elliott. I want to be with you, spend time with you, and learn everything about you. I want to touch and hold you, and I want to kiss you more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’ve tried to stop. I’ve tried so fucking hard to stop, and it’s like deciding to live without air. I don’t . . . I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know if I can.”

Love can be messy and inconvenient. It doesn’t always show up at the most opportune time, or even with the person we always thought. But that’s what makes it so magical.