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402 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 31, 2018
The Law of Henna and Bodhi: When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.
“You’re trouble.” Do I want trouble tonight? Do I want to go down this rabbit hole? Giving her the once-over while she does the same to me, the answer is clear. Interlacing our fingers, she pulls me toward the van. “Oh, you have no idea.”
“I missed you beyond words,” I whisper. His eyes open, looking a few shades darker blue beneath the curtain of my hair around us.
“You hated me.”
“Yes.” I drop soft kisses all over his face.
“But I loved you more.”
Henna: Hi. Remember me?
Bodhi: Hi. I’m pretty sure you’re still my greatest memory.
I finished! Okay, so what if I skimmed (a lot) or barely cared about the forbidden love affair that was Henna + Bodhi.
One thing that bugged me though was Jewel's attempt at transplanting Woodstock to Coachella. This read like it should have been set in 1969, considering all the nudges to flower power, the VW bug van, the smoking of weed, and the weird love child thing that Henna had going on, And oh, lest we forget the names! Henna and Bodhi! *snort*
In any event, I read this and now I'm done. I'll take any small mercies. TYVM.
“Vulnerability takes more strength than anything else in life. You have to be willing to feel absolutely every emotion. Vulnerability is the sharpest knife, the longest marathon, the highest mountain.”
“No matter where I am on this earth, I’m loving you… forever.”
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My life will suck if I spend the rest of it comparing every man I meet to the one I want the most. The one I can’t have.
“I want him to want me. Like the epic kind of love where he comes for me. The kind where he doesn’t take no for an answer. The kind that involves begging and groveling. I want him to chase me. Need me. I want him to hold me in his arms the way I’ve held him in my heart.”
Bodhi can touch me without lifting a finger. I feel him in ways I’ve never felt anyone before.
The Law of Henna and Bodhi:
When love breaks, fall inward, fall together, and fall hard. Then let time pick up the pieces.