Twisted Lies (Twisted, #4)

by Ana Huang

Adult friendships took work and conscious effort to maintain, but the ones that stayed were the ones that mattered most.

This was why I didn’t share things about my life often. Not because I didn’t want accountability but because of other people’s reactions and expectations, whatever they may be.

Romanticizing love was easy. Falling in love was harder, especially when my previous relationships had all lacked…something. Some sort of emotional connection that would make the risk of falling worth it. Plus, I’d gotten used to being single, and I doubted the reality of love could live up to my fantasies of it, so I didn’t even try.

We always expected our external world to reflect our internal one, but it was situations like these that reminded me the world would go on no matter what happened to us individually. It was equal parts reassuring and depressing.

The day people stopped thinking they could change someone who didn’t want to be changed was the day fewer hearts got broken.