Forget Me Not

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When the time comes and it ceases to exist, the brilliant, shining star gives itself to the universe - its tandem energy parting ways for a time before inevitably coming back together, destined to be born into the souls of living beings. They have just spent several cycles backpacking across the galaxy, reveling in their love for each other. We spent a final night in paradise listening to the waves as they rocked us to sleep, and like every single night before that one, like clockwork, I still dreamt about him. Then he holds his hand out to keep the door from closing and steps to the side so I can go ahead of him.

The dialogue alone reminded me of something like Pride and Prejudice, with beautiful words and stunning descriptions. I usually steer away from sci-fi settings, but the author does an excellent job at building a unique space setting that does not overwhelm the story. Not only was there no forced proximity which is thought was promised, but for the entire first half of the novel, Eliza is still dating her boyfriend, while fucking Silas in her dreams. Traveling as young lovers do, still yet to stake a permanent claim in a safe and explored stratosphere, and with not much more than a couple duffle bags between the two of us. There are silver earrings dangling like chandeliers from her ears that sparkle along the curve of her jaw, and she wears a black button up top that’s tight across her chest.

I was immediately entranced by this story of a forbidden romance and fated lovers finally finding each other beyond their dreamscape.

This deeply personal and supportive series offers listeners an honest and relatable insight into how some the UK's best-known celebrities have coped with mental health difficulties, ranging from OCD to insomnia, addiction to grief, and depression to anxiety. She’s in an impossible situation, someone is bound to get hurt no matter what choice she makes; all she can do is make a decision and commit to its consequences.Books, dog-eared and browning around the edges from wear, several samples of dried flowers picked during his planetary travels weaseling their way out of the folded pages. I’m an Emily Henry stan, I love her dialogue, her mind, her wit, her banter, honestly you could have handed me this book without a title or an author and I would have read the prologue and said “ah, this an Emily Henry novel.

Silas kicked his little ship into orbit without a second look back, scattered belongings that he was in too much of a rush to stow away floating in zero gravity around his head.

When Silas was young he spent many dark nights beneath the glow of neon lights, rubbing shoulders in throngs of people, forgetting his own name. Each storyline had a richness that was only strengthened by the comparison and contrast to the other.

You've never met this person, but whenever you fall asleep, you spend those hours connecting on a deep emotional and physical level.

You have Eliza's POV sections which are standard, but then with Silas's POV sections they're written as if there's like two Elizas, an all-knowing narrator Eliza and a character Eliza. His voice was honey thick, tied up in a low seductive drawl that hung off his tongue as one eyebrow shot up in question. Having dreamt about one another for years and not knowing if that perfect person really exists, is not something I've read before.