Losing Hope (Hopeless, #2)

by Colleen Hoover

My whole world turned from a place full of vibrant colors to a dull, lifeless gray. The sky, the grass, the trees… all the things that were once beautiful were stripped of their magnificence the moment I realized I was responsible for our best friend Hope’s disappearance.

I run my thumb over her bruise, calming the anger coursing through me. “You would tell someone, right? If someone did this to you?”

I wonder if it’s possible for people to fall in love with a person one characteristic at a time, or if you fall for the entire person at once. Because I think I just fell in love with her wit. And her bluntness. And maybe even her mouth, but I won’t allow myself to stare at it long enough to confirm.

I don’t want her to feel nothing when I kiss her. I want her to feel everything.

I’m pretty sure it’s too soon to love her, but shit. She’s got to stop doing and saying these unexpected things that make me want to fast-forward whatever’s going on between us. Because I want to kiss her and make love to her and marry her and make her have my babies and I want it all to happen tonight.

“I live you, Sky,” I say against her lips. “I live you so much.” And as perfect as that word sounds, as perfectly as it describes the point we’re at, I know it’s a lie. I don’t just live her. I love her. I’ve loved her since we were kids.

Les, I’m not reading that letter. I’m never reading it. Ever. And I’m done writing in this fucking notebook. So I guess that means I’m done writing to you, too. H

“Fuck all the firsts, Sky. The only thing that matters to me with you are the forevers.”

I used to think the best part of me died with Les, but the best part of me is standing right here in front of me.

“From now on, I want you to call me Dean.”

In order to miss someone, that means you were privileged enough to have them in your life to begin with.