"Diyelim ki insanlar kitaplar. Hayatlarımıza giren herkes birkaç sayfamızı görür. Hoşlarına gidersek onlara daha çok sayfalarımızı gösteririz. Eğer onlardan hoşlanırsak onların düzeltilmemiş kısımları da görmelerini isteriz. Bazı insanlar kenara not alır. Hikayemizde ve bizde iz bırakırlar ama en sonunda,bizi bir insan olarak temsil eden basılmış kelimeler,bizim iznimiz olmadan değişmezler."Juliet Paramparça, Leisa Rayven (Sayfa 292)
Ethan, broken, Juliet, CasieJuliet Paramparça, Leisa Rayven
I’ve been wanting to give this to you for ages, and after the incredible gift you gave me last
night, I figured the time felt right. I found it in a little antique shop in Milano while I was
touring Europe. I don’t know why it caught my eye, but I had to buy it for you.
The thing is, it’s not perfect. It’s had a lot of owners, some of whom haven’t been kind to it,
and it bears the damage to prove it. In a way, it represents me. Sadly, I guess it also represents
The thing that occurred to me is that despite all the damage, it’s still beautiful. In fact, I
think it’s even more beautiful because it’s not perfect. It’s taken me a long time to understand
that just because something isn’t pristine, it still has worth. You taught me that, even though I
resisted believing it.
When I think about us, I often wonder what would have happened if I’d never met you.
Would I have had the motivation to change? To address the crap from my past?
The truth is, it wasn’t just meeting you that made me realize I had to change. It was meeting
you, then losing you. Twice. Being away from you made me face the ugly truth about myself, and
after the accident, getting back to you was all the motivation I needed to tackle the issues that
had handicapped me for years. You made me want to be better, and as much as I did it for
myself, I also did it to be worthy of you.
So, I guess this is me, giving my heart to you. Cheesy, huh? Also, kind of redundant since
you’ve owned it from the day we met.
It seems like we’ve taken such a roundabout way to get to where we were last night, and I
know that’s my fault. But despite all the things I would have changed about our journey, I’d
never want a different destination. It’s always been you. Beautiful, amazing, talented, loving
Thank you for giving me this final chance. I promise, you won’t regret it.
As I look at you now, I really have no idea how I ever walked away. Thank you for saving
me. And for forgiving me.
On a related note: You’re outrageously beautiful when you sleep. Do you know that? I can’t
stop looking at you.
Speaking of that, I took some photos of you with my phone. Sweet or creepy? I’m hoping you
come down on the side of sweet. I just needed something to take with me. I already miss you.
Okay, I’d better wrap this up, because you’re going to wake up soon, and I want to be next
to you when you do. In fact, I want to be there every morning when you wake up, but I guess
that’s a longer discussion for another time.
I love you, Cassie. Always have. Always will. Keep my bed warm for me while I’m gone. I
promise to help you make good use of it when I get back.