Part of Your World (Part of Your World, #1)

by Abby Jimenez

Eight thousand nerves in the clitoris and still not as sensitive as a white man not getting his way.”

It’s amazing how someone can touch you, even if you only know them for a moment in time. How they can change you, alter you indelibly.

She felt like the sun. Like she was the reason for everything. Like I’d always been waiting for her to get closer and bring me to life.

Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants.

But I didn’t need it to make sense, because for me the love was everything, it was all I needed.

It was amazing that one season of someone could paint over a lifetime.

I fell into one of those sleeps of the brokenhearted. The kind that breathes in and out, between here and gone. You want to dream about them but then regret it when you do, because waking up hurts too much. So you hope for nothing but black. The temporary reprieve from existing without them.

It was unnatural. Because I wasn’t supposed to be without her.

There’s something more final than forever. It’s never. Never is infinite.

The hole inside of me was so deep, it was all I was. I didn’t know how I’d live the rest of my life without her. And then I knew unequivocally that leaving Wakan wouldn’t change any of it. It wouldn’t get better somewhere else. Because you carry love with you. And the realization that I couldn’t escape this was so devastating, so overwhelming, I couldn’t breathe.

She smiled and I looked into her eyes and I saw everything. The rest of my life. I saw children and grandchildren and rocking chairs on the back porch of the house overlooking the river and two old people, dying on the same day because the world would never be cruel enough to make either one of us exist without the other.