Neighbors (The Real Thing Collection, #6)

by Elizabeth LaBan

And yes, we fell in love—not in a romantic way, but in the way that female friends do when they feel intangibly connected.

you get through the pain because you choose to or not. You choose that person. And I still chose her.

Every good-bye felt like another tiny heartbreak over our lost life together.

He told me I was too sensitive, someone no one had ever really loved. I came to believe every terrible thing he said about me.

On a day when I felt so alone, a day when my head was spinning and I couldn’t think of what to do first or next, Melissa was there, as solid as ever, holding me up.

The relationship that started as blissful had devolved into a constant stream of criticism and a perpetually moving line for what was acceptable. No matter what I did or how much I twisted myself into a pretzel, I never seemed to be enough for him.

one who loves her unconditionally and, no matter how much time passes, will always be there. I still choose her, and she still chooses me.