A Pessimist's Guide to Love (Heartsong, #2)

by Jennifer Hartmann

My father told me once that the only pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is the treasures we put there ourselves. And if there is no value waiting for us, we need to look for another rainbow.

“I said the things in the past that mattered still matter. We carry the good with us and let go of all the rest. We release the parts that keep us hurting and stunted.”

My demons twist worst case scenarios into most likely scenarios. My demons use the past against me, labeling it as proof. Proof that I will always fail. I will always lose.

“Home is something I buried a long time ago,” he tells me, voice cracking with sentiment. A breath passes between us, a drumbeat. And then he whispers, “But I buried it inside you. Just in case I ever wanted to go back.”