Page 58 of Love Harder

Psychic read my disbelief and desperation and nodded. “Lean back and close your eyes.”

I did as she asked.

She told me to go to my happy place.

That was easy—the beach.

Water has always calmed me, which is ironic because I can’t swim. I’ve almost drowned twice. But regardless, I have always felt at peace near water.

So in my mind, I went to the beach.

I sat on the sand and peered out into the vastness and just…breathed.

“Open your eyes.”

When I did, I felt…different.

Perhaps like a weight had been lifted from my chest. Whether this was my mind playing tricks or Psychic, in fact, undid whatever I forged with the universe, it didn’t matter because I felt better. I was happy I did something, no matter how crazy to some, which made me happy.

And I am all about self-love these days.

Then Psychic asked me to say the name of the man I was interested in three times.

I did.

Brooklyn.

Brooklyn.

Brooklyn.

And I waited with bated breath.

“He’s not for you.”

Well, that was as anticlimactic as they come.

Psychic doesn’t believe in sugarcoating anything, and that’s okay. But I can’t deny I felt my stomach drop in disappointment.

Look what happened the last time I didn’t listen to her.

But a small part of me knew she was right.

Where had this traitorous part come from?

The moment I said his name, it felt wrong. I suddenly felt like a love impostor.

“You’ve not met him yet. Or been intimate.”

Again, I need to reiterate, these are not questions she asked, but rather statements she made because she knew.

All I could do was nod.

For the next twenty minutes, she told me things that no one but the two people involved in the relationship should know.But Psychic summed up Brooklyn so accurately that I was gobsmacked.

She detailed that he wasn’t very open about his past relationship, and that was because he got his heart broken. He had walls up.

This was starting to sound all too familiar.

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