Left of Forever (Spunes, OR, #2)

by Tarah DeWitt

I miss fighting with him. It was when we stopped fighting that everything went cold.

I kiss her because she’s kind and clever and so pretty it takes my breath away. She’s mine and I’m hers, and all my life’s greatest happiness can be traced back to her, so I kiss her because I want to, and forget the rest.

“What happened to not putting a burnt cake back in the oven?” “That’s cake, babe,” she says. “But think of all the things that only get better after they’ve been burnt. Caramelized sugar, flambéed bananas, flambéed apples, for that matter … ooohhh, a Basque cheesecake…”

“Because when it comes down to it, on a physical level, feeling happy doesn’t take priority over surviving,” I say. “We’re programmed to remember the bad so that we know what to stay away from and how to keep going. That’s why the shit that hurts stands out in our minds. That’s why holding on to the happy takes work.”

“They don’t always share things with me like they did with you, and then I find myself not sharing things, too, and it makes me wonder why we don’t all trust one another more.

If you’re lost, I’ll find you. I’ll give you my body, my heart, and my soul. I’ll cherish every bit of yours in return. I’ll fight with you. I’ll fight for you. I’ll love you for everything left of forever, in every lifetime we get.