Thrive (Addicted #4)

by Krista Ritchie

People make mistakes every day, some small and some big, but I just wonder when I’ll stop making them. Or is this a lifelong thing? Do we all just wander through life, fucking up and trying to put ourselves back together only to continue on again?

I want to be the accumulation of my failures, my successes, of all the people I’ve ever met, of the man I love, and the life I want. I want to be defined by so many factors that it’s too complicated for any mathematician to piece apart. That would be the perfect life. Not good or bad. Just complex.

I must admit, he has a gift in speaking without restraint or shame. It’s like he owns who he is to the fullest degree. I wish I could be like that about sex. But I think it’s a little different being a girl.