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Layla, my childhood friend turned next-door neighbor, called him a real-life Gaston. “Easy on the eyes but begging to get thrown from a roof.”
It devastated me. I don’t mind admitting it now, because I’m so over you I forgot how it even felt to be under you.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He put a hand on his chest mockingly. “At least our hopes are aligned.”
Painfully aware of the fact that the last time he’d barged into my kingdom, he’d also burned it down.
“Death is no longer an obscure idea. It is real and it is waiting, so you grab life by the balls. When you go through the horror of seeing someone you love die and still manage to wake up the next day to tie your shoelaces, to shove a tasteless breakfast down your throat, to breathe, you realize survival trumps tragedy. Always. It’s a primal instinct.”
Chase Black rejected love because he was afraid of losing it. And me? I chased it because I’d lost the greatest love of all.
Hiraeth: a homesickness for a home you can’t return to or that never was.
“Since I found out being a pushover doesn’t equal being nice. Being strong is not only kind on myself—but on other people too.”
That gap between reality and our dreams? That’s where life is tucked.”
Don’t shy away from the world. You will get hurt. You will hurt others, even if you don’t mean to. Pain is inevitable through life. But joy is too. So seize the day. Love hard. Get lots of sleep. Eat well. And remember our flower rule: if it doesn’t make you grow or blossom—let it go.
