Beach Read

by Emily Henry

love is way more likely to blow up in your face than to bring eternal happiness. And if it doesn’t hurt you, then you’re the one hurting someone else.

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Look, they all live happily ever after. Again. I’d done everything I could to prove that I was okay, that I wasn’t worrying. I did everything I could for that story. The one where the three of us were unbreakable.

Someone you loved enough that you desperately wanted to push through the shit and find a way to make a new normal.

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IT IS BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THAN TO HAVE NEVER LOVED AT ALL

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“It’s not about what’s happened. It’s about how you cope with things, who you are. You’ve always been this fierce fucking light, and even when you’re at your worst, when you feel angry and broken, you still know how to be a person. How to tell people you—you love them.”

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I should’ve stopped telling myself a story and actually looked around at the world.

I couldn’t go hide from this. I couldn’t leave Gus here alone. If he was descending into the darkness, I was going to tie a rope between our waists and go down with him.

What was I doing? I cared about Gus, but if he didn’t want me to hold on to him, I had to let go.