Reminders of Him

by Colleen Hoover

Her face is a work of art. I wish there was a picture of it hanging on a wall in a museum somewhere so I could stand in front of it and stare at it for as long as I wanted.

I want good things for her because it seems like she hasn’t had a good thing in a long, long time.

So, you decide right now, right here. Are you gonna live in your sadness or are you gonna die in it?”

“Look at that, Kenna. What’s that? Is that a fucking pigeon?”