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304 pages, Hardcover
First published September 30, 2025
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I was going to make it that first year. I would survive the earth’s full revolution, all the way around the sun. I wouldn’t feel better, not every day, but I would keep going.
I tell you that we are the only two people in the world who have lived the same lives. The same memories growing up. The same arc. We flew over the sea together, you and I. I think this must mean that even though you are gone, I carry the parts of you onward. I tell you that I will remember everything about us. I tell you that I wish you were here.
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"Something happened to you. It's okay," he said softly. "Do you want to tell me?"
How do people go from being friends to something more? Where is the tipping point when you look at the other person, who you've known for so long, and suddenly your heart goes, Ah, yes?
♡ ❝I tell you that we are the only two people in the world who have lived the same lives. The same memories growing up. The same arc. We flew over the sea together, you and I. I think this must mean that even though you are gone, I carry the parts of you onward. I tell you that I will remember everything about us. I tell you that I wish you were here.❞ ♡
♡ ❝If we had known that you wouldn't return, we would have never let you go. We would've forced you into the car and driven all the way back downstate.
We would've kept you here.
We would've made you stay.❞ ♡
♡ ❝You promise yourself. Right now, you just need a little help for the week. You need to sleep. You chase them down with a glass of water.
You get into bed.
You never get up. ❞ ♡
♡ ❝This is what it is. And I've tried and tried and tried to make myself into what they want and not make waves, not make them have to worry about me. I'm splintering a bit on the inside. I think I'm losing it.❞ ♡
♡ ❝Better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.❞ ♡
♡ ❝Can't you see? Because I loved you. I always loved you, even when we were little. I remember when we met, and you liked my magic trick, and I don't know, I think that was it. You were so hopeful, so strong. Every time I looked at you, I couldn't believe you even wanted to hang out with me. I was so afraid that you would hurt me one day, I preferred for you to hate me. It was ridiculous. It hurt me anyway. I thought about you all the time. When I saw you again here, it just felt like--I had to fix it. I missed you too much.❞ ♡
♡ ❝The forty-nine days after your death are a blur, except for the one thing I feel in my soul: that you are not here. I do not feel your presence. I do not see a flicker of you in the lights at home. I do not dream of you. I look for you all over, as your spirit is supposed to linger, but I find nothing. People always talk about how they see loved ones in cardinals, in butterflies. I wonder, is there something wrong with me? Am I not looking hard enough? Or worse: Are you just not there? Is there nothing to look for?❞ ♡
♡ ❝The past can be a gift. I am grateful for the memories. They're good for me, an old woman. Future hopes are for the young.❞ ♡