You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.

You matter.

Then his lips caress mine. It’s only a brush, but the warmth overheats every part of me. Leaning back, my elbow bumps into the power button on the dryer and the old appliance starts moving. Spinning. Spinning like my head. Like my heart.

Too bad guys aren’t like Mr. Potato Head Where you can pick and choose which parts you want. Then we might come up with a guy who meets your standards.

Sometimes letting go is the only way to find out who you're meant to hold on to.