A Million Junes

by Emily Henry

They don’t know that, the more time passes, the more you forget, and the more you forget, the more it hurts—less often, sure, but worse. You want to dig your fingernails and teeth into the ghost that’s slipping through your fingers.

I wanted to forget this feeling forever. The feeling of being ripped into two people: the you of before and the one you’ll always be once you know what it is to lose something.