History is who we are,” I say finally. “The past shapes us. Even the parts you can’t remember.
See, the thing about the falling in love montage,” she said, her voice hoarse, “is that when it’s over, the characters have fallen in love.
That was one of the hardest things about breaking up. It’s not a pair of bookends, the beginning and the end... It’s all the things we used to do that we’d never do again and all the things we’d never do for the first time together.
How about life’s too short to be second-guessing yourself the whole way? You can only go with what you feel right now and if you feel like it might make you happy, even for a while, jump in with both feet, girl, and get wet.
Just because something doesn’t last forever doesn’t mean it isn’t meaningful.
Was this what being straight was like? A boy in your bedroom making a mess? Not for the first time, I thanked God I was a lesbian.
Things felt more messy than ever. Could someone treat you badly and still love you? Someone could treat you badly and you still love them, so maybe the reverse was true too. But just because you loved someone it didn’t mean you had to give them another chance. Or maybe that’s exactly what it meant.
I like having something that can’t ever change. It’s already happened.
I made a mental note that if I ever wanted to try some therapeutic screaming, the acoustics in here were great.