“These pages will never judge you, Georgina. These pages will take your questions and your answers, your deepest feelings, and protect them. No matter what you write, no matter how you feel, these pages love you—you are enough. Remember my voice in these pages—read what I wrote to you. Always read my words and believe them over your thoughts.”
With a shaking hand, I opened the book, and the wind thumbed through the pages. My handwriting was illuminated by the moon taking up most of the sky.
I am not enough.
I am sad.
I am so sad.
I am so lonely.
I hurt.
I ache.
Why am I not worthy of love?
Why am I never enough?
I want love.
I need to feel it.
I need this emptiness inside of me to…be filled.
Why am I not enough?
As if I was making a wish on a dead petal, I closed my eyes and flung the book over the side of the yacht. I looked behind me once, then I jumped in behind it.