A Million Junes

by Emily Henry

But some people are too alive to fully die, their stories too big to disappear, and he was one of them.

Grief is an unfillable hole in your body. It should be weightless, but it’s heavy. Should be cold, but it burns. Should, over time, close up, but instead it deepens.

Junior. There are times when someone hurts you, or falls short of what you expect, and you remember what you used to have. Only in memory it looks shinier than it was.

If you remember anything about me, remember the truest thing: I will love you after all the stars have burned out, after the sun has died and ice has covered the earth, after the last human has taken her last breath.