All the Bright Places – Jennifer Niven

I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn’t. 

I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me. 

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