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392 pages, Paperback
First published September 29, 2020
And at that moment I am staring at the place where the floor used to be. All I can think is how one minute the floor was there and now it's not. How you could go through an entire day, every day, not thinking about the floor or the ground because you just assume it will always be there. Until it isn't.So, she's shipped off to a remote Georgia island along with her mother, where there is no cell connectivity and no chance of romance.
Because after suffering a loss, you become a ghost in your own body. You observe yourself saying things and doing things that you might not normally do or say.Until she meets Jeremiah Crew.
"So maybe we should just shake hands right now, agree it was nice meeting each other, and say goodbye."Before this book was released, I wrote a review.
"Or we could see what happens."
Our eyes lock, his and mine, and it's the single most erotic moment of my short life. There's all this heat, but more than that. Something like love.Sarah, I was wrong. When I told you you will not need tissues. At that point, I was sure you wouldn't.

I may have made some minor changes in the quotes here and there, but they are essentially Jennifer Niven's original words.
What makes someone stop loving you?
One day there's love, the next day there's not. Where does it go?
Something that lived and breathed like that-how can it just vanish as if it never really existed?
I imagine a room or maybe an entire planet where the love goes to live once we're done with it. Like a kind of junkyard. Little remnants of love scattered everywhere. People picking through, collecting the strongest, biggest pieces, and trying to make something of them again. Isn't this what we do every time we meet someone new or start loving someone new? Pick up the old battered bits of ourselves and try again?
All the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.
But I have to stop because I don't know this person and he doesn't know me, and people don't like you to cry or talk about things that are hard or upsetting. They like you to smile and say everything's fine, which is why I gather all the pieces of me and put them back together enough that I can sit there.
Here is me.
All the messy unattractive things that I keep locked up inside.
Every last, ugly, broken piece.
And he didn't bat an eye.
He just opened his mouth and showed me some of his own messy pieces.
And instead of running away, he kissed me.
I'm thinking about how amazing it is that you can live without knowing someone, and then they can come along and, like that, know you better than anyone. And you can't imagine what you ever did before they knew you and talked to you about all the things they've been through and all the things that matter to them.
Life is an accumulation of aches. They fill you up and take your breath away and you think you'll never breathe again, but before you know it, you are just words on paper, gone quiet and asleep until someone finds those words and reads them.
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For you."
"I don't get you"
"You don't have to."
I am alone in my head and alone with myself, the most dangerous place you can be.
Here is where the fire started.
Here is where the first brick fell.
Here is where the floor disappeared.
Here is where I built a new one underneath my feet.
And here is where I began.
You were my first. Not just sex, although that was part of it, but the first to look past everything else into me.
Some of the names and places have been changed, but the story is true. It's all here because one day this will be the past, and I don't want to forget what I went through, what I thought, what I felt, who I was. I don't want to forget you.
But most of all, I don't want to forget me.
Maybe there's no one answer to why they had to end, And there's no one answer to how to make love last. My parents were two people who loved each other for a long time. Until they didn't. But that doesn't change the fact that they once loved each other and that they'll always love me.
Here we laughed. Here we fought. Here we loved and reamed. Here is where the fire started. Here is where the first brick fell. Here is where the floor disappeared. Here is where I built a new one underneath my feet. And here is where I began.
Here we laughed. Here we fought. Here we loved and dreamed. Here is where the first brick fell. Here is where the floor disappeared. Here is where I built a new one underneath my feet.
And here is where I began.