Shadow Me (Shatter Me, #4.5)

by Tahereh Mafi

Maybe it sounds weird to say, but I know I could love the shit out of someone. I feel it, in my heart. This capacity to love. To be romantic and passionate. Like it’s a superpower I have. A gift, even. And I’ve got no one to share it with. Everyone thinks I’m a joke.

“Shit,” I said softly. “I think I might be in love with you.”

I’m hearing Nazeera. I’m hearing Nazeera. I’m sure I’m hearing her voice. The problem is, I don’t see her anywhere.