Yours Truly (Part of Your World, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

First of all, if you think for one second that I can be flipped with cupcakes and handwritten apology letters, then you are absolutely correct.

Know that you are welcome and wanted, and if you ever do decide to take me up on it, I will sit next to you at the bar and I won’t force you to make small talk with me and I won’t let drunk extroverts anywhere near you. This is my solemn vow. Zero drunk extroverts.

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.

I relaxed a little. I had to remember that not everyone overthought everything the way I did. 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.

“I always think that when we’re quiet, we’re agreeing to be harmless to each other. That we’re just sharing the same space and letting each other exist exactly as we are, and neither of us would hurt or upset the other one.”

“I got you a red velvet donut.” I grinned. “You did?” “I have to feed you or you get crabby and nonproductive.

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

A softly spoken word. The smell of coffee and toast in the morning or a cozy fleece blanket. The rain pattering on the roof on a day where you don’t have to go anywhere or do anything.