I page through the book, my heart thumping in my chest as I’m brought back to him, to Mayson Holt, the boy who stole my heart, broke it and disappeared from my life five years ago. The man who I do not allow myself to think about. The man who still owns a very large piece of my soul.

“I just wish the memories would fade. I wish the songs wouldn’t bring tears. And…”

“Kissing Kate is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. And as much as I want to th…”

“It feels so good to laugh at myself. I'd probably cry my eyes out if I didn't.”

“That’s the thing about love — it’s full of possibilities. It can lead you down …”