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Non puoi dimenticare il tuo primo amore. Il mio è un musicista perennemente in viaggio che è riuscito a guardare dritto nella mia anima. Sono passati quattordici anni ma non ho ancora dimenticato i suoi occhi, le cose che è riuscito a farmi provare. Ha mandato in frantumi tutte le mie certezze e i miei preconcetti. Ma mi ha anche spezzato il cuore. E quando la sua musica l'ha fatto diventare una star, ho continuato a esultare per lui. Come se fossi ancora la ragazzina innamorata di allora. Come se le nostre anime non avessero mai smesso di cercarsi.
è nata e cresciuta nel New Jersey e adesso vive con il marito nel New Hampshire, circondata da una moltitudine di cuccioli. Ha una passione per i libri con protagonisti tatuati, selvaggi e un po' sfrontati.
592 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 13, 2018






“I know, Piper. Your heart is my home. The way you look at me, the way you make me feel, is my home.”
“I love you, Ladybug,” he whispers. “This time is forever. I promise.” I slide the curve of my foot up and down his leg. “Blue... don’t make promise—” His lips linger on mine. “I promise. The only thing in my life that I’ve ever known for sure, the only thing that’s always with me, even when I’m fucked up, is that I love you and you love me. I need you to believe in us.”
“You’re the only one that’s ever looked past the dirt to see the flowers, Ladybug. That’s why I can’t let you go.”
“I don’t deal with you. I love you. In every way—I love you. And I know you love me. That’s what makes it easy.”

If memories had a flavor, ours would be salt and blood.

I love you like there’s no tomorrow.”
This man is a drug and I’m an addict. I’m high on him and us, lost in the twirling world around me, every smell, sight, and touch heightened and vivid and so incredibly disconnected and hazy.
But what we have is a real love. It’s dark, and ugly; raw and passionate. It brings pain and it brings happiness and everything in between. This love—our love—is a love that never dies. It withers in the dark and comes back to life again under bright moments even stronger than it was before.
She’s the glue that held all my jagged cracks together, and I love her endlessly for it. Unfortunately, I’ve always known that eventually I’d break myself all over again and she’d be left with nothing but pieces.
I fell hard and fast for her. She haunted me; lived in the fabric of my soul and inspired all the emotions and words that had always eluded me.










“But what we have is a real love. It’s dark, and ugly; raw and passionate. It brings pain and it brings happiness and everything in between. This love—our love—is a love that never dies. It withers in the dark and comes back to life again under bright moments even stronger than it was before.”

“I’m going to make you dirty, too. And it’s never going to wash off. “

“As much as I love the sound of the rain, the moody grey clouds and the rainbows, the storms trap me. I can’t stand the thunder and lightning and all the wind. That’s when I need you the most. You’re like my own little sunbeam.” A weak smile touches his lips. “You chase the storm away.”

