Yours Truly (Part of Your World, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

They are a constant reminder that we don’t choose our sexuality, because who in their right mind would choose to be attracted to men.

“But remember, you can’t spell disappointment without men,”

I gave

him the kind of stupid, innocent love that you can only give before you know better.

Because I’ll never be that trusting again. I’ll never give myself to someone else with the complete abandon that I did with Nick. I don’t have it in me.

if you’re with someone who doesn’t speak your language, you’ll spend a lifetime having to translate your soul?

My desire to see her overrode my own self-preservation instincts—

I wanted to make my life desirable to her so she’d want to be a part of it.

“Use me for whatever you want. Just stay.”

“It’s always been real.”

“This is what it feels like to be truly loved. I’ve never felt it before. And I didn’t even realize it until just now.”

I felt like a short-circuiting toy. Sparks popping and wires frayed. I’d been fine. A fully functional, happy human being. And then all at once I wasn’t.

It’s the greatest revenge to be happy.

“We’re all a little broken, Briana. We are a mosaic. We’re made up of all those we’ve met and all the things we’ve been through. There are parts of us that are colorful and dark and jagged and beautiful. And I love every piece of you. Even the ones you wish didn’t exist.”