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206 pages, ebook
You have always and will always be my first. My first love, the first girl I ever kissed, the first girl I ever touched. The mind is a powerful thing, and I know for a fact the fantasy of you will always be better than the reality of anyone else. You are my heart. You are my saviour. You are my sky.
“I was too young to understand what letting you go meant when I was eighteen. Now I know, and I don’t plan on giving up this time.”
“I came here because, for me, no matter how much it hurt the last time I left all those years ago, it feels like…home.”
He crossed the room to me, opened his hand, and placed it palm flat against my chest as his voice cracked. “My home is here,” he said.
“I used to tell you everything,” I said, wistfully recalling all the letters and phone calls from years past.
“You did.”
No bullshit.
Honesty.
I lifted up to my tiptoes, so I could almost look him eye to eye, and said, “I’m really looking forward to having sex with you, Quentin.”
At my admission, he threw his head back and filled the entire first floor of his house with laughter.
He leaned down and kissed me again, more chaste this time. “Now, we get to know each other. When it happens, whether it happens tonight or another one, I just want it to mean to you what it’ll mean to me.”
I didn’t want a casual fuck, nor did I want a lover. I wanted him to take my soul as his own, fill my heart with his words, and love me with everything he was and ever would be.
“Rylie,” he said gently. “I love you. I’ve loved you since I understood what the word meant. I love who you are now, who you were then. And I’m gonna love you no matter what happens.”
My heart had healed with the balm of another, love blossoming, love renewed, reunited in the arms of the first man who’d treasured it, and treasured it still.
I was lured into reading Watching the Sky Cry by the beautiful title and the intriguing blurb but when I finished this story I felt like it was missing something,maybe there were too many different plots to follow or maybe it was the disjointed telling.
Rylie and Quentin's complicated reunion broke my heart page after page,I could easily imagine how difficult it can be to find your way back into the life of your first love after twenty years. Fortunately I felt relieved when I turned the last page.
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