I haven’t felt the need to write anything in the last months, whether it was this blog or my book in progress, I have felt only grief, the worst kind of it.
There are a few authors out there for who I don’t need to know what their books is about, everytime they publish a new one I know I’ll read, eventually. Armentrout is in said group. I fell in love with her writing with the Lux series, and I’ve seen her grown as an author from the Covenant Series to her latest release, If There’s No Tomorrow. Her writing is so much better but the esence is still there in every silly reliable comment, in every well-written and devastating emotion.
It’s no wonder that it took me only four hours -with so many breaks -to finish this book. I don’t know if it has happened to you, but most of the time I see some of the characters in myself, but this time I saw some of myself in Lena.
Yes, I went through an unrequited love for a couple of years, I lost three parts of myself in the same couple of years and I’m trying to cope with grief every day. I know the pain won’t always be this intense, but some days it feels like it would never stop and is the only thing left inside of me.
I wasn’t sure if I should post this, it came from somewhere deep inside of me, it feels too personal but at the same time, I think is a good way to remember them, to let them know I’m still fighting to find myself once again.
It’s a nice sentiment, though, isn’t it? Living life saying tomorrow will be better whenever something bad happens. Whenever we’re filled with disappointment. But tomorrow is never guaranteed.