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399 pages, Paperback
First published March 6, 2018
We all nod. We all get it. There's no way to measure grief;
"If you'd asked me years ago what does love feel like I never would have guessed at our hearts beating, our chests heaving, and the unbearable ache of you leaving. Our hearts beating, our chests heaving, and the unbearable ache of you leaving"
But yeah, I guess it added insult to injury that it was some basic bitch cheerleader and not another guy. How could I even compete with a girl?” [...] “If it had been another guy, I could have convinced him I was the better choice. But if he wanted a girl, he couldn’t also want me.
“The number of ifs and what-ifs are infinite, and I keep listing them – trying to convince myself or Dante, or maybe you, that I’m sorry, that life and death are random, that we can’t control anything except how we deal with it all now.”
"We all nod. We get it. There’s no way to measure grief."
“We all nod. We get it. There’s no way to measure grief.”
