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

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

The only promise you ever had in life was the one moment you were living.

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

January, you are twenty-eight, and today I am your father.

I felt so lost again. Every time I started to find my way, I seemed to slip further down. How could I trust what Gus and I had? How could I trust my own feelings? People were complicated. They weren’t math problems; they were collections of feelings and decisions and dumb luck. The world was complicated too, not a beautifully hazy French film, but a disastrous, horrible mess, speckled with brilliance and love and meaning.

“Oh, honey,” Sonya said quietly. “We can never fully know the people we love. When we lose them, there will always be more we could have seen

I’d just stopped trying to glow in the dark for him, or anyone else.