Grace
We gave each other space because we didn’t want to use one another as a crutch any longer. If we were going to be together, we’d first have to be whole on our own. I fell back into teaching, and when I wasn’t teaching, I was out and about trying new things.
For a while I thought I was the yoga type of girl until I got stuck in killer praying mantis for a good bit of time. I couldn’t paint or sketch at all. When late autumn came, Mama and I took a pole dance class. I wasn’t sure what was more disturbing—the fact that Mama loved it so much that she continued with the classes on her own, or the fact that she was ten times better than me.
Dad didn’t know what he was missing out on.
She laughed more, too.
I almost forgot how much I loved the sound of Mama’s laughter.
One late November night, I received a package in the mail with a novel and a Post-it note attached to it. My heart skipped as my fingers raced over the book cover, and then I read Jackson’s words.
I’m currently in Cave Creek, Arizona, watching the sunset with Watson.
The night before, I read this novel, and all I could do was think about you and what you’d think
of the words within the pages.
It’s a hard read, but worth it.
-Oscar
P.S. I learned I hate sushi.
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I liked the ending but struggled with the middle. I cried, which isn’t surprising.
I still cry so easily.
Try this book.
It will break your heart.
-Princess
P.S. I hate sushi, too.
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Alex sent me this read for Christmas.
If you read this book backward, it’s better.
-Oscar
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I don’t know why I’m even sending this book, just skip to chapter five.
Chapter five is so good it makes up for all the other pages.
-Princess
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Today I missed your heartbeats.
-Oscar
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