Devney Perry

Tu es plus forte et bien meilleure que ton passé. Choisis la vie que tu veux vivre et travaille d’arrache-pied pour l’atteindre.

I’m done waiting for you to see me.

The struggle is what affirms you’re alive. Without it, the bright moments don’t shine.

She was the soul on earth I was made to find.

This trip. This fucking trip.
It was going to ruin us.

These spontaneous decisions of the past few weeks suddenly made sense. They had purpose. They had meaning. They were to get me here, in this moment.
I was setting out to right a wrong. To find myself again.
On the wild highway.

I was running away to find peace. To find the life I needed deep in my soul. To find myself again.

I don’t see scars when I look at you. I see a man who makes me feel safe. A man who makes me feel wanted and sexy. You don’t have to hide these scars from me. They don’t scare me.

You are enough.

Good people don’t just see the good in others, they see it in themselves too.

He always knew what I needed, even when I didn’t.

New town. New house. New car. New job.
New life.
That’s what Ben had asked me to do. To start a new life for my four-year-old daughter, Rowen, and a new life for me.
And as much as I would have liked to explain that a major life change was completely unnecessary, it was tough to argue with a dead man.
So here we were in Prescott, Montana. Starting a new life.

'I couldn’t breathe when we were apart.'

God, I missed my friend. I hated that I missed him. His absence had left a jagged hole.

'I love you,' she murmured.
'Love you too.'
It was still new, hearing it. Saying it. But every time, those words sank a little deeper. Lingered a little longer. By the time we were old and gray, they’d be tattooed on my bones.

Lyla. Beautiful name. Beautiful woman. Too beautiful to be covered in bruises.

'It’s a pretty day. Sun’s shining.' No matter what the temperature, hot or cold, Dad considered any day with sunshine a golden one.

It had been a long time ago. Ten years and three months.
But who’s counting?

It was like the colour he'd brought into my home with his laugh. Ford's kiss was a symphony of blue and green and red and yellow. A kaleidoscope

Somewhere along the line, you stole my heart. I’m going to steal yours in return. Just wait and see.