The Plight Before Christmas (Holiday Hijinx Series #1)

by Kate Stewart

But our breakup went a little something like this. “I don’t think this is going to work.” “Why?” “Because we’re in different places.” “I don’t understand, Whitney. We’re both in my apartment.”

“Just remember when times get hard, when your problems are blinding you, that you’re on a floating planet in the middle of a vast galaxy filled with the unexplainable, and the only thing holding you to it is an invisible force you can’t see.”

I turn back to see Eli framed by the sunlight streaming through the glass door, and his angelic coifed hair is lit perfectly as angels sing a brief “ahhh” in unison. I swear his right front tooth sparkles like a diamond as the rest of the morning haze engulfs him.

You can’t get back to you if you’re exhausting yourself worrying about everyone else.”

The picture we have for our lives, even down to a postcard holiday, doesn’t exist. Real memories worth keeping are made in the moment. They aren’t planned. We don’t thrive off idyllic. We thrive off real human emotion and experience. The here and now, and then our mind deciphers later which memories are our fondest.