Seven Days in June

by Tia Williams

But in her thoughts, they’d still been kids.

“I never realized I was lonely,” he said. “Until I met you and I wasn’t anymore.”

Grow up, she told herself. You know how this ends.

we all know how loving ends :(

“Which one of you is the turtle? You know, the one who leaves and comes back and leaves again, while the other waits?”

ok what if i die

“I’ve always loved you, too.”

the thing is that i hate this book a little

collection of sacred, small, everyday moments—not

laundry and taxes :,)