​"What will you do when I'm gone?" "I promise you, I'll write a book about you." ​It has only been ten days, but he is already a stranger who doesn't want to see my face. Meanwhile, he lives in my head twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. ​This isn't a story about a girl moving on easily. This is a story about the messy, painful, beautiful aftermath of a love that didn't want to die. It's about a heart that chose to hurt rather than forget. ​Because some promises are etched too deep into the soul to ever be broken. I