Maybe Someday (Maybe, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

I pause outside the apartment and look down at the fern sitting unaffected by the heat in a planter outside the door. Its leaves are lush and green as if they’re giving summer the middle finger with their refusal to succumb to the heat. I smile at the plant, somewhat proud of it. Then I frown with the realization that I’m envious of the resilience of a plant.

I’m convinced that people come across others in life whose souls are completely compatible with their own. Some refer to them as soul mates. Some refer to it as true love.

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that we could be perfect for each other’s life, Sydney. It’s our lives that aren’t perfect for us.

Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”

I need someone who is willing to watch me brave the ocean and then dare me not to drown.

If you knew all your life that you were going to die at any moment, would you be okay with just barely living? Or would you live as hard as you could?

There are only twenty-six letters in the English alphabet. You would think there would only be so much you could do with twenty-six letters. You would think there were only so many ways those letters could make you feel when mixed up and shoved together to make words.