“But one window is lit up by the lamp on his desk, and I can see his hunched-over silhouette through the old blue-and-white-striped sheet he’s rigged up as a curtain. Since Jed left this afternoon, I haven’t been able to get his words out of my head. You’re never going to be happy. What if he’s right? No matter how much I try to make things work with Noel, no matter how much I love being here on this island, could I ever truly be happy without making my music, seeing my fans, singing my songs on... tour? I can’t just pretend that’s not a part of me anymore. The songs I’ve written since I’ve been here . . . I’m prouder of them than I am of anything else I’ve done. It wouldn’t feel right not to share them just because I’ve decided to be happy. And what about the songs I write next? Even if staying here with Noel is what my heart wants most, it doesn’t mean I can—or should—do it. But I don’t want to leave him. The idea of moving on without him hits me like a swift kick to the stomach.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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