The Wrong Game (Love of the Game, #1)

by Kandi Steiner

My grandfather had taught me when I was younger that there was no sense focusing on the past because you couldn’t change it, no matter how much you thought about it. All you could do was ask yourself what you regretted, what you loved, and what you learned. Then, you moved forward.

Life is too short to be or do or say anything other than exactly what you want. And in the end, no one’s judgment matters, because it’s your life you’re living.” Micah’s shoulders lifted again. “Not theirs.”

Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss.