Left of Forever (Spunes, OR, #2)

by Tarah DeWitt

I grew up with my great love, so I think maybe my heart took shape around his.

But here’s the truth I’ve been discovering. I’m actually just scared all the fucking time. I’m scared to get things wrong. I’m scared to let people down. I am so scared to fail to the point that it prevents me from acting, let alone taking a risk, or it makes me try to control everything that poses a potential risk around me. I’ve been living and loving in half-measures for years. Living my life in pencil, because I don’t think I can get shit right the first time. Maybe because I think it’ll save me some pain. So far, I’ve been wrong.

I miss you, too sounds glib. You have been missing from me is more accurate. There’s a void where you lived in me.

“All I know is that if I found out heaven was real and got there first? I’d hang back in the waiting room and save you a seat.”

She’s kissing me. Her lips are on mine after five long years. Five hundred years. She’s kissing me. I’m home.

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.