Like a Wildflower (Hemlock #2)

Beckett’s Journal

Beckett’s Journal

Tonight, Josephine awakened a feeling inside me I thought I had buried.

Hope.

Hope that there are people in this world who have the patience and the ability to understand someone like me.

This pull toward her is undeniable, tugging at the very threads of my being.

But the stark reality of our temporary situation is something I can’t brush aside. I’m trapped in the tumultuous space between the heat of desire and the cold weight of dejection.

For now, I’m going to enjoy these moments with her. Ignore my racing thoughts. Ignore the future. Ignore all the “what ifs.”

With her, I’m focusing on living in the present and casting my worries aside.