Whispers Between Cracks

This isn't a love story.

It's a story about someone who was loved, deeply, unconditionally, and didn't know how to hold it.

I was careless. I took her for granted. She gave me everything without asking for much. And when I finally realized what she meant to me, it was already a memory I couldn't touch. This book is my apology, my confession, and my way of keeping her alive in moments and songs and flashbacks.

Her name was Celeste. She was too good for me. And this is everything I never said -until now.