“Why is life so difficult?” I sob. (…) “I don’t know. But I do know it’s more bearable if you’re not alone.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“I don’t like asking nicely,” he says. “Why not?” “Because people might say no.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“This was all she needed – a dead guy who talked like some Zen master trying to be her therapist.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“She’s probably wondering why I’m gaping at her like an idiot. Yup – she’s turning red. Now I really feel like a dork.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“I love you too,” she whispered back. No matter how true those words were, to her they felt like a goodbye.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“It feels as if I am also teetering on a precipice, waiting for someone to push me off or for myself to gather enough… — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“One day, he will be able to smile again. And I will still be there for him.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“I bet you think I’m an arrogant showoff.” “Yes, I kind of do,” I admit frankly. His face falls. “Oh.” “Well, you’re being one.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“Gigantic clouds drift across the sky, blotting out the sun. The air is as dark as my heart.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
“Something about this guy had her hooked or no apparent reason. Besides the fact that he was really hot, of course.” — Jen Minkman Copy Share Image
