Beach Read

“When I watch you sleep,” he said shakily, “I feel overwhelmed that you exist.”

For January, I don’t care how the story ends as long as I spend it with you.

NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST

before I let my brain feel like an egg frying on a rock in the Cancún sun again.

Later, lying on the bathroom floor, I’d sworn I’d fall on a sharp knife be

That period reverberated through my skull like a death knell.

Trial. Happy ending. Tribulation. Happy ending. Chemo. Happy ending.

Trial. Happy ending. Tribulation. Happy ending. Chemo. Happy ending.

January would have known what to say, but my mind was as blank as it was every time I opened Microsoft Word.

was my college rival, Gus