Chapters (86)
- Title Page
- CONTENTS
- Love
- Before
- One
- ONE
- Two
- TWO
- Three
- THREE
- Four
- FOUR
- Five
- FIVE
- Six
- SIX
- Seven
- SEVEN
- Eight
- EIGHT
- Nine
- NINE
- Ten
- TEN
- Eleven
- ELEVEN
- After
- One
- ONE
- Two
- TWO
- Three
- THREE
- Four
- FOUR
- Five
- FIVE
- Six
- SIX
- Seven
- SEVEN
- Eight
- EIGHT
- Nine
- NINE
- Ten
- TEN
- Eleven
- ELEVEN
- Twelve
- TWELVE
- Thirteen
- THIRTEEN
- Fourteen
- FOURTEEN
- Fifteen
- FIFTEEN
- Sixteen
- SIXTEEN
- Seventeen
- SEVENTEEN
- Eighteen
- EIGHTEEN
- Nineteen
- NINETEEN
- Twenty
- TWENTY
- Twenty-One
- TWENTY-ONE
- Twenty-Two
- TWENTY-TWO
- Twenty-Three
- TWENTY-THREE
- Twenty-Four
- TWENTY-FOUR
- Twenty-Five
- TWENTY-FIVE
- Twenty-Six
- TWENTY-SIX
- Twenty-Seven
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- Twenty-Eight
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- Eleven Months Later
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Copyright
But never regret something you once wanted.
Because if you let it, like Dev says, it will grow and grow until there’s no room for anything else.
For anyone else.
There’s a difference between those people and the ones who love you, even if you question it because they don’t say it in the way you need to hear it. Not everyone knows how to say I love you so learn to hear the different ways they tell you. They say it all the time. Even if it’s just, ‘Don’t forget your gloves’ or, ‘Have you eaten anything today?’
Make sure you’re listening.
It’s OK to take the songs you skip off your playlist.
It’s OK not to finish the book if it feels like a closed door, not a window.
It’s OK not to get married, if you don’t want to.
It’s OK not to have kids, if you don’t want them.
It’s OK not to know all of this yet.
‘What are you thinking?’ Poppy asks and I almost laugh because what do I even begin to say that?
In the end, I don’t have to think about it, all of it shuffling out of the way until I am left with a single, ringing thought. ‘I feel like I’ve loved you for a really long time, but it still isn’t enough.’
That’s another thing I’ve learned: if you love someone, tell them.
If you already have, tell them again.
Poppy presses her cheek to mine. ‘I almost want to die now so that’s the last thing I ever hear.’
Twenty-Seven
TWENTY-SEVEN
We sit there for a while, her head on my shoulder as we look out at the big black sea and play each other songs on her phone until the battery dies. She skips ‘Born to Die’ by Lana Del Rey, for obvious reasons, but plays me that Death Cab for Cutie song I listened to on the bus home after our first date – the one about following someone into the dark – and it’s like hearing it for the first time all over again as I hold her closer.
For a moment, I think she’s falling asleep. I wouldn’t blame her if she was, she must be exhausted, but then she turns to me and smiles, all loose and a bit groggy, and I know exactly what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking the same thing.
We made it.
We get one more day.
She sits up suddenly. So suddenly that it makes me jump.
‘Let’s go for a swim,’ she says, her eyes bright, bright blue again.