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but we just hadn’t loved each other enough to make up for lost time, for our differences, for failed expectations, for hurtful things that couldn’t be unsaid.
It certainly seemed like some people were able to figure it out. Maybe it was the luck of the draw. Or maybe it helped to grow up like Chip had, in a house with a mom and a dad in a good marriage.
Marriage was a fuck ton of work, and I hadn’t been good at it, but damn—divorce was a bitch too.
It was Dex, and he had a chocolate Frosty in his hand.
“So you date a lot of selfish assholes?” “Indeed, I find their narcissism irresistible.”
“Hot grumpy neighbor.”
Yes, she was young, but I even liked the things that reminded me of her age—like her adorable laugh or the bounce in her step or the way she and the girls used slang words or talked about songs or celebrities I’d never fucking heard of.
“But I’m not bringing anything. You’re making me look bad.” She laughed. “You’re bringing me. I got you.”
Fuck, did anyone survive childhood without wounds?
Hello, heart? This is brain. We’d like to remind you of the rules on this ride.
He sewed my dress, and he brushed my hair, and he cooked for me—badly, but he tried—and he’s so protective and brave and determined to be a good father . . .
“You’re the only brother I’ve got, and you’re always in my corner. I hope you know I’m always in yours.”
I missed her with an ache I hadn’t felt since losing my mom.
When I looked back, would it matter that I was strong enough to keep my heart in a vault? Would I be proud of that? Would I wear my loneliness like a badge of honor?
I loved her enough to believe there might actually be a happily ever after.
“Yes, we made it happen,” said Luna triumphantly. “With our noses.” “What?” “Winnie taught us how to cast magic spells,” Hallie explained.
When I think about my life and how I want to live it, you’re there.”

