The Truth about Heartbreak (The Truth About #1)

by B. Celeste

Someone told me a long time ago that trust is like an eraser; it gets smaller and smaller until there’s nothing left. I don’t want it to disappear, so I don’t use it much.

I find that most people don’t like the nitty-gritty of reality; they prefer seeing life through rose-colored glasses. I don’t burst their bubble with the murky, gray truth.

The scars I bare, both physically and emotionally, aren’t worth anyone truly understanding the pain behind them. Or the relief that no one can hurt me again.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that people need to find out for themselves who’s worth investing time in.

I hate pity. Pity makes people weaker, like it’s the only thing they’re willing to see when someone’s past becomes too much.

Physical pain is easier to handle, I’m used to it. Emotional pain … that’s a new type of warfare I’m defenseless against.

Everett Tucker doesn’t have to break my heart, because I broke it myself by loving him.

The truth about heartbreak is that there is no such thing. It’s your soul that shatters, along with every fiber of your being that screams for another person.

Stop crossing oceans for people who won’t even jump over puddles for you.”

“Sometimes you meet that one person in your life who holds all of that love for you and then some.” But how could that be Everett to me? “Could those people hurt you?” He taps the edge of the table. “They’re the only ones who have the power to hurt us. But it’s only us who has the power to forgive.”