Yours Truly (Part of Your World, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

dislike for places like this, that I got overstimulated and overwhelmed.

Real

running the whole awkward encounter through my head over and over, obsessing about what I should have said or should have done. So stupid.

I still think abt things I said in HIGH SCHOOL

How could I be lovable when I wasn’t even likable?

I think this once a week

Figure out what I’d order, what the parking situation would be like. Or if there was a big dinner or a party I had to go to, I’d walk through the venue the day before, so when I got there, I’d

also real. I’m starting to think Jacob is me.

just wanted to be invisible. I wished I could wipe everyone’s brains and have them forget

I don’t think anyone had ever written me a letter before. It was shockingly effective. Way better than text or email, like it had a different weight to it or something. There’s something about holding the paper in your hand, seeing the ink on the page, the press of the pen. He made this. It took effort. It was a physical act. He couldn’t erase it if he made a mistake, he had to think about what he was going to say before he said it—or he said exactly what he wanted to and didn’t need to change it.

start writing letter got it

I’d been doing something for her the last few days. I’d been watching Schitt’s Creek.

This was me making space for her, even though she would never know it. My way of saying thank you for her friendship, even if it was too quiet to hear.

Wouldn’t it be amazing to live like that? To not carry that burden around with you. To not feel constantly overwhelmed and overstimulated and second-guess every little thing.

But…we talked for like three hours.” I cleared my throat again. “I know.” I paused. “I wanted to talk to you.”

It took me a day of planning just to decide on it.

Maybe he was so distraught over what happened with Amy that he needed a distraction and he didn’t care what it was.

GIRL STFU

would have come no matter where she was, or what she was doing. I would have met her at a party. Or a busy bar or a nightclub. My desire to see her overrode my own self-preservation instincts—in more ways than one.

THIS ON AMAZON

She snuggled into me and it was everything. My entire universe condensed to a single place and time.

And while she was cradled in my arms, she muttered something about teleporting.

Because this man wasn’t really mine.

Girl fuck off