Author Erica Cope

Pieces of Me  Dec 31st 2013 All the doubts that have been weighing me down for the last  few months fall away like the leafs in the autumn, making  room for the new buds of spring after the harsh cold of  winter has been lifted. I'd like to say that I am finally at a place where my heart  can finally make room for Holden but the truth is, he's been  in there all along, just waiting for the chance to bloom.  Add to Goodreads

Pieces of Me He doesn't say anything--he just pulls me into his arms and I let the waves of emotion crash down the  barriers I had so carefully constructed, smashing them to the ground with tsunami force, and I let it  because I know that Holden's arms are going to keep me upright. A years worth of tears spill onto his shirt—I didn't think it was possible to cry any more but I was  wrong. He holds me in his arms until my eyes are red and dry and my breathing is nothing more than  gasps of air and gulps as I try to regain a little of my composure. Despite the hindering hiccups, I feel  like I can breathe for the first time in a long time. “ So what does this mean?” he asks. “It means that I'm trying. Trying to be normal, to be the kind of girl who gets all giddy over her new  boyfriend, the kind of girl that smiles. But I'm not quite there yet. It means, that I'm asking for just a  little time.” “Time I can give. Bu...