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we could only be friends. Mike had changed
TIME PASSES. EVEN WHEN IT SEEMS IMPOSSIBLE. EVEN when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
four months. After that first week, which neither of us ever
“If either of you set so much as one toe on my land tomorrow…” I heard Jacob threaten. His voice was lost as I walked through the trees.
Like an earthbound sun, whenever someone was within his gravitational pull, Jacob warmed them. It was natural, a part of who he was. No wonder I was so eager to see him.
The engine was still running, roaring as it idled.
One thing I truly knew—knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest—was how love gave someone the power to break you.
the equally sharp lash of agony as my eyes continued to the
“Why did you come here? I don’t want apologies from you, Jake.” “I know,” he whispered. “But I couldn’t leave things the way I did this afternoon.
Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.
“Not that there’s any excuse for what I left you
