A Little Broken (The Little Things #5)

by Kelsie Rae

“I love the idea of him,” I whisper. “And maybe that’s all it ever was

it’s a hard pill to swallow.” “What is?” “The realization of how few happily-ever-afters actually unfold in real life.”

“So what’s your point, Pax?” I ask. “Points,” he clarifies. “I have multiple.” I chuckle softly. “And they are?” “One, it’s okay for someone to make a lasting impression.” My teeth dig into the inside of my cheek. “And two?” “Two, there’s nothing wrong with taking your time to appreciate something, even if it’s a single note played over years. Honestly, there’s beauty in it. With celebrating something to the fullest. With accepting the beauty that something is, even if it’s as small as a single note or chord. And you can take your time, Birthday Girl. You can take your time and appreciate it for what it is and how it makes you feel. You. Not anyone else.”

“And when the composer decides it’s time for a new note?” I whisper. “Then, I think that’s worth celebrating, too. But the cool thing is, you’re the composer for this song, Tate. You and only you. You get to decide when you’re ready to move on, to let go, to choose when a new chord is played and what that chord is. Your sister, and her fiance, and Rory? They’re composing their own songs, but even if they’re at a different pace or in different keys, it doesn’t take away from yours.”

“Although I kind of like having all your attention like this.” “You always have all of my attention.”