Here's another excerpt from the book that I'm writing:

Its nights like these that I wish you were here. My mind tosses and turns as I try and wrap my head around what my life would be like if I had chosen a different path; if I had chosen you.
It’s not the first time that I’ve thought about us and how we used to be. Although it was so long ago, I can still remember the smell of freshly cut grass in the summer time and how it mixed with your heavy cologne. The sun’s heat would beat down on us with every step we’d take on our afternoon walks around my neighborhood. We were head over heels stupid for each other and no one could understand why, except for us.
I knew why I loved you then, and what’s even more frightening is that they’re the same reasons why I love you now. With one look into your stormy blue eyes I would melt down to a puddle and pray that you wouldn’t notice. Even though I may not turn into liquid these days, I still get weak in the knees thinking about how all of your little imperfections made you perfect to me. And that’s what our summer and my memories of you will always be, perfect.