Maybe Someday (Maybe, #1)

by Colleen Hoover

I can feel her voice everywhere. I can feel it in my head, in my chest, against my hand. I relax against her and listen to the sound of a voice for the very first time.

Our souls aren’t just compatible—they’re perfectly attuned. I feel everything she feels. I understand things she never even has to say. I know that what she needs is exactly what I could give her, and what she’s wishing she could give me is something I never even knew I needed.

Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.”

isn’t that what people do? We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most.

One of these days, I’ll play it for you, along with all the other songs I plan to write for you while we’re apart. Until then, I’ll be waiting patiently. Just say when.

What I never expected was for her to spend those months learning how to communicate with me in a way my own parents didn’t even care enough to learn.