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302 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 31, 2015











“I don’t feel alive anymore. I’m dead.”
“Animosity is a weapon, and it’s not used against the person you can’t forgive – it’s used against yourself.”
“Last night I promised myself I’d stop loving him. Today I woke up and saw him and knew I’d lied. I’m tired of lying to myself.”
“Because along with this hatred I have, as tangible as it is, I still feel love, and that hurts more than anything.”
“I forgive you.”

"There should be a defense mechanism embedded deep within you to stop your soul from allowing you to give your heart to someone who doesn’t deserve it, who doesn’t even want it, someone who couldn’t have it even if they did want it.
Unfortunately, there’s no fail-safe for love, no brake to stop you from throwing your life―and the lives of those around you―completely out of balance. There are no warning lights or flashing danger signs. There’s nothing to stop the planted seeds from growing and taking root. And once they grow, there’s nothing you can do about it. Your desire to water those wretched seeds only increases. Once you realize those seeds weren’t supposed to grow, it’s already too late."

"Animosity is a weapon, and it’s not used against the person you can’t forgive—it’s used against yourself. Your bitterness doesn’t hurt them. If they love you, it will hurt them for a while, but it doesn’t stop them from living their life. Your anger doesn’t make them carry their pain or their hurt any longer."

"Love is like a parasite rooting within you. It affects every part of you that matters, tainting it. A virus that spreads so quickly, by the time you realize you’ve caught it, there’s no stopping it from gaining ground. It’s a drug that changes how you feel, how much you eat, what you hear, and the decisions you make. A good day on love is better than any high imaginable; a bad day on love immobilizes you. Love unrequited is even worse than love unspoken. Love, something that you’ve tried to forget about, a door that had been shut, though not locked."

"I don’t know what could have happened if I chose differently, but I realized you don’t get to choose what happens to you. You do get to choose what happens after though, and the best thing to choose is whatever makes you happy, and I never thought in my wildest dreams happiness would be this way, but life has a way of surprising us all."

"She's just a girl, maybe not eighteen, nineteen, or twenty they think. She sits there, no longer a girl but a woman, the only woman notice in the room.
Still the girl with a past. Who is she, they wonder, what has she done, how many hearts has she broken?
..."



"I'm going to miss you, brat," he says as we lay on the empty football field.
"I'm going to miss you too." I lay my head on his chest as I look at the stars.
"You should come with," I say for the fifth time since I told him I got the okay to move to Chicago.
"And do what? Panhandle on the streets, live out of my van?" He laughs.
"I could always sneak you in the house when Gia's at work," I say semi-seriously as he rubs my back.
Animosity is a weapon, and it's not used against the person you can't forgive--it's used against yourself.