Slow Dance

by Rainbow Rowell

You keep telling me not to forget you. When I think of high school, I will remember that every good day started with you walking down your steps and getting into my car. I will remember that every bad day ended with meeting you out by the flagpole. Your friend, Cary

“I love you,” she said. “Backwards and forwards. Coming and going.”

. . . Could he rest? Could he finally rest?

Btw this is what broke me