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

by Jennifer Hartmann

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.

“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.

Because I’m scared I’m going to leave my heart bleeding out on this downtown sidewalk on a blustery February night. And this is no place for a heart to bleed. It’s too cold here, too bitter. I won’t be able to bring it back to life before it freezes to the concrete.

“Everything I didn’t want to feel because feeling always turns into suffering. Love equals loss. Building a home means building something that will eventually collapse and bury us alive. And you…”