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

by Jennifer Hartmann

I cannot condemn a self-condemned man.

His body heat is the sun on my skin. His breath is new life, filling me from the inside out. And his words, his words— They are everything.

“You feel like my one and only anchor, Lucy, and I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to sink you down with me.”

“But, we’re all born fighters. And sometimes, the thing we’re fighting for is strength.”

What I’m starting to realize is that things meant to happen are just going to happen. There’s no preparing, no preventing. They just happen. And the risks we take, the memories we make, are the only things that count. That’s all that matters. Everything else is going to happen anyway.

Guilt is powerful—I don’t think it ever goes away. It changes a person.”

She’s caught in the sun, while I’m slipping into the shadows.

“Deceptive Cadence” You think you know what’s coming, but you never really do. And sometimes, when you think something is coming to an end, it’s actually the beginning of something beautiful. The words were tattooed along his lower back in jet black ink. A tribute. A homage. They were etched onto his skin, right beneath a pair of angel wings. And between the wings…was the outline of a glowing sun. Sunshine.

Once you lose something precious, it changes you. Sometimes you hold onto things too tightly and they crumble in your hands, and sometimes you don’t hold onto them at all.

Everyone has demons. Monsters lurking around every corner, whispering in your ear, hiding under your bed, living just beneath your skin.

The key is turning your demons into friends. Companions. Don’t let them scare you. Don’t let them chase you. Let them run with you. Only then, you will win.