I wasn't always in love with Colton Calloway; I was in love with his younger brother, Kyle, first. Kyle was my first one true love, my first in every way. Then, one stormy August night, he died, and the person I was died with him.
Colton didn't teach me how to live. He didn't heal the pain. He didn't make it okay. He taught me how to hurt, how to not be okay, and, eventually, how to let go.
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Pensavo molto meglio. Ho visto questo libro consigliato in tanti posti, ma non è al altezza delle classifiche. La seconda parte è un po' deludente.