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“She is. We all are. We're a trifecta of badass besties. It's a flawless system. If one fecta goes down, two others are there to keep it going.”
“Are you gonna do it again?” He frowned seriously. “Probably not exactly the same. But chances are, yes, I'll be a shit again in the future.”
The bite of the cold had taught her early on she could surf whatever wave life threw at her, as long as she was wearing the proper outer shell. A wetsuit to guard against the temperature drop. It was the kind of lesson she'd been able to apply to her heart—keep the warmth protected, hide it.
“Give me a chance,” he found himself pleading, his mouth getting dangerously close to hers. He was all in. In that moment, caught up in all that was Lo and all of her promise and the possibility of what they could be together. “A chance at what?” “At chance to love you.”
Could he promise her forever? No. And it would be asinine to try. Life sometimes took people in different directions. Sometimes people fell apart as easily as things. They were all temporary in their existence. The only infinity he had ever touched was when he was letting the sea make the choices for him and all he could do was keep his balance.
“So you can grow roots in my heart that run deep. Which means when it's over, I'll be forced to cut them out to give them back to you.” “No,” he said. “You don't give back gifts, that's bad taste. Whatever I give to you, you keep.”
We're human beings. We're gonna break things. The key is finding someone who is just as passionate as you are about putting it back together.”
