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.

So it was finally happening. The woman I loved had moved on. She was marrying someone else. And the someone else was my brother.

Damn

My anxiety felt like electricity. A low, humming current under my skin, a survival instinct triggered and gnawing at me, telling me to flee. I couldn’t escape it, and I couldn’t calm it down.

Places I knew were less stressful for me because I had a sense of how loud it was going to be, how crowded. I wouldn’t have to ask anyone where the restrooms were.

Sometimes I’d Google a place just to see what I could before going. Figure out what I’d order, what the parking situation would be like.

“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

LOL

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

Know that you are welcome and wanted,

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.

I will however accept your invitation to be invited and never come. That sounds like an excellent time. I also enjoy not answering calls, not networking, never leaving the house, and hanging out with my dog.

“The cat did it, motherfucker!”

LMFAO

for me it was a lifeline. An outstretched hand while I was falling, an umbrella in a downpour. Friendship in a hostile place.

Alexis said it sounded like a romcom and to let her know when I got to the Only One Bed scene.

I’d been seriously obsessed with Tom Welling and in a really creepy way.

Real

if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it’s stupid?”

will never judge you for how you climb a tree, Jacob. And you should know that you are an exceptional fish.”

“It’s like…I was a prop.” “A prop?” “Yeah. Like she was the main character, and I was her sidekick. It was always about her. What she wanted to do, what she liked. I was there just to be there. And when I finally said something about it, she left.”

“It’s hard to find out that someone you love is fine with just setting your life on fire and walking away.”

It was weird to say, but she made me feel alone—the way I felt when I was by myself. Calm and unaffected. Like it was just us here and not a hundred other people.

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

I didn’t end it for fear of the unknown afterward. I stayed where I was because anything new was scary for me and I wasn’t willing to risk it.

I didn’t know how it was possible to love someone this much and be just as attracted to them at the same time. How you could absolutely adore someone and want to take care of them and put Band-Aids on their boo-boos and simultaneously want them to pile-drive you into a headboard.

And I was pregnant. Again.

WHAT

“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.”

“She’d rather things end on her terms than have the rug pulled out from under her again. It’s the only way she can feel in control of the outcome.

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