Reminders of Him

by Colleen Hoover

because life is a cruel, cruel thing, the way it picks and chooses who to bully.

Reality is depressing as fuck.

Maybe it doesn’t matter whether something is a coincidence or a sign. Maybe the best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and

things as we possibly can. And in the off chance that the people we lose are still somehow able to hear us, maybe we should never stop talking to them. “I’m going to be so good to your girls, Scotty. I promise.”

“It takes more than a wish to make a sibling.” “I know. We have to buy an egg from Walmart. That’s how babies grow.”