Unloved

by Katy Regnery

I refuse to be embarrassed about loving romance novels. Anyone with half a brain loves romance novels, and the rest are lying.

During the bumpy ride, my conversation with Brynn weighs on me. It illuminates how isolated from the world I have become. Heck, when she asked to use my laptop, I thought she was asking to sit on my lap for some reason, and imagining her there made my adrenaline rush so fast and furious, I felt weak for a hot minute.

Only a man without character would build his life on a lie.

But it’s solid and real, and I don’t mentally recoil from it. In fact, I lean into it . . . There is no me without you. . . . and it’s not like anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Sooner or later everyone was driven to love someone they could never have.”

And I do it because I love her and never, ever—not for one second in any day between now and the one on which I die—will I forget that she is my life, my beating heart, my angel, and my salvation.