Heart Bones

by Colleen Hoover

I think when you’re the worst of people, finding the worst in others becomes a survival tactic of sorts. You

focus heavily on the darkness in people in the hopes of masking the true shade of your own darkness.

It’s weird how your whole life can completely change in the hours between waking up and going to bed.

He’s a

vault and I really wish I had a key.

And as nervous as I am, I want to experience a whole kiss with him, from beginning to end.

I’m not a skeptic here because I’m able to look at life through a different lens.

You can fill your life with nice things, but nice things don’t fill the holes in your soul.” “What fills the holes in a soul?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a few seconds. “Pieces of someone else’s soul.”