Beach Read

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

Trial. Happy ending. Tribulation. Happy ending. Chemo. Happy ending.

Trial. Happy ending. Tribulation. Happy ending. Chemo. Happy ending.

January would have known what to say, but my mind was as blank as it was every time I opened Microsoft Word.

was my college rival, Gus

There was no sign of the version of him that I’d known.

There was no sign of the version of him that I’d known.

There would be purpose. There would be beauty. There would be candlelight and Fleetwood Mac playing softly in the background.