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This love left a permanent mark This love is glowing in the dark These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me . . . —Taylor Swift
I blow a kiss in his direction and know that I’ll always think of him like this. My moonlight boy who said he’d love me forever.
I’m secretly enjoying their banter. It was less than fifteen months ago that the three of us were in a different place, a different headspace, where Ford and I were at complete odds with Callahan. Disappointment. Anger. Resentment. Unresolved feelings that arose after our father’s death threatened to tear us apart. But look at us now. Now we can call each other assholes and fuckers, laughing while we do it, knowing our bond is stronger than ever.
How life moves on and yet you feel like you’re standing still. How everyone else’s life goes back to normal while some moments I struggle to simply breathe from the grief that consumes me without warning.
If you truly love something, you fight for it.”
“Life will always throw you hard times, Asher Julia Wells, and having a pity party won’t solve anything,”
Gran just hung me out to dry. I stare at her, slack-jawed.
“Maybe one day Asher here will find a nice man like you. We used to say to keep her honest, but I’d rather he kept her on her toes.”
“Pin the girl down and kiss her.
“This isn’t over, Asher. Not by a long shot. I’m not a patient man, but I’ve waited fifteen years to kiss you again . . . what’s a few more days?”
“It’s like adults can’t ever make up their minds. They want more jobs in town but complain when someone like you tries to make them. They want more people to visit but then complain when there’s traffic, or they have to wait too long for a table to eat at Bessie’s Diner. You adults are super confusing.”
Really, Ledger? You just asked a kid you barely know about a woman you want to know more. You do seriously need help.
Sometimes people do crazy things to protect the ones they love,
We were kids. We could have fizzled out when we went to college. We could have made it work and made memories together. I don’t know, and it pisses me off that he stole those opportunities from us. What I do know is that I’m a different person than I was then. Just as you are. But it should have been our choice. Our decision. Not someone else’s.”
“Spread your legs for me, Ash,” he whispers in my ear before tugging on my earlobe. “Let me admire what I fucked into oblivion earlier. What I made sore.” The slide of his tongue along the curve of my shoulder. “Let me kiss it and make it all better.”
I don’t know what happens in two months or even tomorrow, but I know seeing you again brought me right back to those summer nights I spent with you.
We window-shop. This is our thing, the way we spend time together and unwind. When you struggle financially, there’s not much else you can do, so we’ve fallen into this routine where we head here or there and stroll around while we talk.
“Expectations are a funny thing. They can weigh you down or they can make you shine. What will your response be?”
Words can fool, but eyes can’t lie.”
How could what some would consider puppy love as a teenager suddenly come back with a vengeance upon seeing that same person as an adult?
“First lesson in life, Tootie. If you ever date a man who says he ‘has a woman’, dump him on the spot.” “Why?” “A man does not have you. You are your own person with your own thoughts. He can enjoy you and your company. He can want to spend time with you and laugh with you. At no point does he ever have you. Got it?”
“A way to a woman’s heart is through her books. That’s for darn sure.”
“A handout and a hand are two different things,”
Asher doesn’t need fixing, Ledger. She just needs someone to hold her hand if she fails, to celebrate her when she succeeds, and to listen when she speaks. There’s so much more said in silence than in a room full of people talking.”
“I once told you that only one girl has ever broken my heart before. That was you, Asher. And I swear to fucking God, I think you’re breaking it again.” He puts my face in his hands and presses the gentlest of kisses on my lips. “I love you, Asher Wells. I think I always have.”
“On one condition,” I murmur. He leans back, his eyes dancing with amusement. “What’s that?” “That you’ll love me forever.”
Is it possible to fall more in love with someone each day?
