The Happy Ever After Playlist (The Friend Zone, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

Drunk me had no business putting that out there for sober me. She was such a gossip.

have no access to the mind of drunk Sloan. That woman is a stranger to me.”

I wanted to feel that grief in its most organic way, like trying to take the edge off it would somehow be dishonoring what he meant to me.

My “happiness” wasn’t always the real thing. Most of the time it was a fabricated, forced version that cracked around the edges if examined closely enough.

How can you be at peace when you don’t know what you did to deserve it or what you could have done to make things different?

You can’t control the bad things that happen to you. All you can do is decide how much of you you’re going to let them take.