Clayton (Wildflower, #1)

by Rachelle Mills

He’s like my own personal sun, warming me from the inside out.

Love only hurts.

The only love that I have known causes the worst kind of pain and destruction.

Love is hard.

“She’s loyal to the people she loves.” That just hurt my heart to say.

Pain like this has no peak.

Why do the things I own get dented, destroyed by others?

Why do I allow my belongings, myself, to get destroyed while I sit back and just watch, being a spectator at my own destruction?

Truth can be disgusting sometimes, all in the name of love.

Let my pain begin.