I struggle with my finally rating. I have to think about it.
I have to say something. This isn't and probably never will be a review of a book, but rather a self-reflection.
There are a few things that I did not quite appreciate. I am not certain that the pull between Leo and Bryony (I hate this name) is as strong as it should have been. I think a lot of people would hate this book with a passion.
I however, for one, recognize what the author was writing about. When I read [b: Betrayed by Your Kiss|23390862|Betrayed by Your Kiss|Laura Landon|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1418516473s/23390862.jpg|42948535] by Laura Landon, I was fiercely reminded of how one could be controlled by pride. Reading [b: Silk and Secrets|614716|Silk and Secrets (Silk Trilogy, #2)|Mary Jo Putney|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1309282634s/614716.jpg|58436] by Mary Jo Putney, I recalled acutely how desperation drives people to the brink and stop giving a damn. Reading this book by Sherry Thomas, I realized why the inability to forgive results in the greatest regrets in life sometimes.
And I have committed all 3 acts above. This is not a happy read. I feel like I have just been slapped in the face.
I do however, have a question: is there really such a thing as in "I cannot be your friend."?
I have always refused to believe that. I cannot comprehend it. How can you not want to be friends with someone you loved? To wish them well, to see that you both find your way to happiness, albeit not together. The notion escapes me. I would find great solace, in hearing him telling me that he has found peace.