The Resurrection of Wildflowers (Wildflower, #2)

by Micalea Smeltzer

It took me a while to learn that sometimes no matter how much, or how hard you love someone, or something, you have to let them go. You can’t save a sinking ship. Sometimes, you have someone else you have to be strong for, who needs you more. You make a choice. A devastating one. And you hope, maybe one day, they’ll come back to you.

But maybe that’s the truth of adulthood no one wants to tell you—we’re all out here winging it.

“Life is beautiful.” I brush her hair back from her forehead. “It’s running through fields of flowers, catching butterflies in the summer and snowflakes on your tongue in the winter. Death is just another part of life. It’s inevitable for each of us. The great equalizer.”

“Death doesn’t have to be seen as this scary thing. It’s a beautiful reminder that each of our breaths, each heartbeat,” I point to her chest, and she places her hand over her thrumming heart, “is a gift to cherish.”