This is a book about grief, about loss, but also about fresh starts and new beginnings.
WARNING: Don’t open unless you’re prepared to ugly cry, but also ready to read a story of hope and new love, a love that was there all along but patient enough to wait. Now I’m back in town and my heart is like shattered glass.ĭo I pick up the pieces and risk getting cut? And do I let another boy call me baby girl? His best friend is here though, and I’m pretty sure he loves me.īut after the accident, I left for a year and didn’t look back. With roses clutched in his hand, he bled out in icy wetness all alone. I’ll never know what made him do it, what killed the boy I’d loved my whole life.
On his way to pick me up for prom, he swerved.
I was only seventeen we were going to be together forever. He died that night, alone, in the rain, in the dark, the boy that called me baby girl.
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