Annotation for the book “Fragments of You P.S. Forever” I hated her as much as I loved her, until one day I lost her. I like the way she speaks, the way she moves and the way she laughs. How she raises her head and looks at me, tucks strands of slightly curly hair behind her ear and blushes slightly when I ask her to tell me about herself. I don’t care what, just to believe that this girl exists. Just to believe that past mistakes can still be corrected.