Franco (Bright Side, #3)

by Kim Holden

There are some people in life that you can vent to, or pour out sadness to, or voice frustration to, and they readily and willingly absorb it for the sole purpose of ridding you of it. They're the same people who can immediately replace that negativity with their light. Their presence gives you the power to purge the bad and embrace the good. It's rare.

Some people skim life and some people read so closely they see the things others don't. That's where the beauty lies, in between the lines, in the details. The story within the story.

Don't assume. Assumptions are the fucking antichrist and only contribute to disaster in my experience. They're shit stirrers, not problem solvers."

I'm hers. To confide in. To vent to. To celebrate with. To grow with. To show her strengths. To bear her vulnerabilities. To laugh with. To cry with. To love. And to be loved by. I'm hers.

Her grief crushes me because no one wants to see the person they love most hurting.

The world would be a better place if more people went apeshit over things like sunshine.

Fuck minivans, they're lame.