Yours Truly (Part of Your World, #2)

by Abby Jimenez

The only problem with anger is that it burns hot and fast. It doesn’t tend to burn long. Sadness burns long. Grief. Disappointment.

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

“All they do is lie and throw off your PH balance. 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. They are completely worthless as partners.

Dyingggg

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

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.

“You never realize you’re living the best time of your life,” I said softly. “It happens and then it ends, and you only see it for what it was after.

“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.”

There’s a special peace in sleeping next to someone you love. When you slip into the dark holding them and wake up and they’re still there and you know that everything that matters is just opening your eyes away.

But sometimes the hardest thing isn’t trusting the next person. It’s trusting yourself.