More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Who’s telling this story?” “You are.” “Then stop interrupting.” “I’m not interrupting,” he said. “I’m contributing.” “Well, go contribute with George. He said the roofing iron you ordered was delivered.”
ANSWER ME THIS. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT YOUR HEART CAN STILL BEAT IN YOUR CHEST WHEN IT BOARDS A PLANE TO TEXAS?
“You have no idea how much I’m going to miss you.” “Yeah, I do,” I told him. “About half as much as I’m gonna miss you.”
“Um, Travis… he’s my boyfriend… well, he was… he went home, back to the States. His grandpa died, so it’s not like he wanted to go,” I said, trying not to sound too pathetic. “But he’s been gone almost four weeks and I haven’t heard from him in almost two weeks…”
That doesn’t mean you’re broken up you dumb***!
HOME
I don’t even know what day it is.” I put my hand to his face. “It’s quite possibly the best day of my life.”
I told him if missin’ him were miles, I’d have gone as far as the moon and back, and how I realised that I could be me without him, I just didn’t want to be. Not ever again.
“I said I could do this without you. I didn’t say I did it well,” I told him, and he chuckled into my neck. “I don’t want to do this without you.”
That’s the measure of a healthy relationship. Can function without. Would never, ever want to.
“Not going home again?” Laura asked. Travis’s answer was so immediate and definitive, it caught my breath. “I am home.”
WHERE THE AMERICAN GUY WALKS IN, ALL BLUE EYES AND DISARMING SMILES AND MY LIFE… WELL, IT DON’T GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS.
We love a callback.
