because I've changed everything about myself

because I've changed everything about myself and the one thing that never changes is... that i love reading THE SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER everything I know about parties, dates, friends, jobs, life, love dolly alderton With a new chapter about everything I know at thirty THE HUMAN STORY JAMES C. DAVIS THE ART OF BEING ALONE THE FAULT IN OUR STARS JOHN GREEN BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THE HATE U GIVE STEPHEN HAWKING A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME ALL YOUR PERFECTS COLLEEN HOOVER TOP 10 NOVEMBER 9 COLLEEN HOOVER Conversations on Love Friends, Family, Beginnings Natasha Lunn Call It What You Want. ALISSA DEROGATIS Graham I love you. Forever. Your inner world has more wonders than the 7 wonders of the world. II. Self-Love Grows with Self-Knowledge "Your inner world has more wonders than the 7 wonders of the world. I know I said in my previous letter that I didn't write this for your forgiveness. While that's the truth, I'm not going to pretend that I'm not grieving on my knees for your forgiveness, hoping for a mir- acle. I'm not going to act like I won't be sitting at the restaurant for hours upon end, hoping you walk through those doors. Because that's exactly where I'll be. And if you don't show up today, I'll be there next year. And the next. Every November 9th I'll wait for you, hoping one day you'll be able to find enough forgiveness to love me again. But if that doesn't happen and you never show, I'll still be grateful to you until the day that I die. You saved me the day we met, Fallon. I know I was only eighteen, but my life would have turned out so different had we not spent that time together. The first night we had to say goodbye, I drove straight home and started writing this book. It became my new life goal. My new passion. I took college more seriously. I took life more seriously. And because of you and the impact you had on my life, the last two years spent with Kyle were great ones. When he died, he was proud of me. And that means more to me than you will ever know. So whether or not you can find it in your heart to love me again, I needed to thank you for saving me. And if there is any part of you November 9 | 299 now that sometimes two people can lose their hope or their desire or their happiness, but losing all those things doesn't mean you've lost. We haven't seen you. And I hope you remember that and believe that. A body is simply a package for your gifts inside. And you are full of gifts. Selflessness, kindness, compassion. All the things that matter. Youth and empty fate. Human decency doesn't. I promise to love you more when you're hurting than when you're happy. I promise to love you more when you're poor than when we're swimming in riches. I promise to love you more when you're crying than when you're laughing. I promise to love you more when you're sick than when you're healthy. I promise to love you more when you hate me than when you love me. I promise to love you more as a childless woman than I would love you as a mother. And I promise... I swear... that if you choose to end things between us, I will love you more as you're walking out the door than on the day you walked down the aisle. I hope you choose the road that will make you the happiest. Even if it's not a choice I'll love, I will still always love you. Whether I'm a part of your life or not. You deserve happiness more than anyone I know. All Your Perfects 277 She was always dancing in the sun when it shone brightly and the flowers bloomed. She had the most beautiful smile that someone could ever ask for, but she never longed for someone more than she longed for the sun. Each and every day, she would open up the curtain, looking at the birds singing along with their friends. Murmuring words of love, unspoken thoughts about life, and its challenging hearts. She was pure, gentle, and honest. She only talked about good things and she was always surrounded by the beauty of living, and the positive energy of the sun. She said the man she fell in love with should love to dance under the sun. Tap, tap, tap, moving their legs like they were meant to be. In the summer, they would fall in love with eyes sparkling with hopes. One day, on an afternoon, a man came bringing her flower. It was a sunflower, and she smiled. "What was that for?" she asked. And the man said, the flower reminded him of her and she should keep it. But she gave it back to him and said, "You shouldn't pick it. It will die soon. If you love something, let them free." Purest of Love The Art of Being Alone | 11