The Coldest Winter

by Brittainy C. Cherry

Sadly enough, Whitney didn’t allow me to bring a novel to said party because I was on a mission to be social. She even stole my headphones so I couldn’t sneakily listen to my audiobooks.

Kendrick Lamar blasted from her speakers, and she speed-rapped the lyrics of the mastermind lyrical genius.

but let me tell you something. You don’t have to do any of that stuff, all right? You can just be yourself. And if yourself is some asshole who only likes sitting on your front porch and telling people to piss off, well, that’s good enough, too. We don’t have to be some success story to tell others to be like, ‘See? I’m not lesser than you! I can do these things, too!’ Because you’re not lesser than others. You’re human, you’re whole, and you don’t have shit to prove to anyone. If you want to be pissed off, then be pissed off for as long as you want, all right?”

You can’t convince me that that’s not a beautiful thing—to love one another until the very end. And if I had the opportunity to relive our story, knowing how it would end, I would do it in a heartbeat. Because I will always choose to relive love when presented with the chance.”