I wanted to wake him up, frantic, and show him the blood. I wanted him to panic, to worry, to feel bad for me, to cry for me. To cry for me.
Going from being a nobody writer to co-author of a literary sensation is too much of a jump for me. I can already feel my anxiety sinking in just thinking about it.
Your focus is no longer on yourself. Your life becomes all about this beautiful tiny little human you created.
Your body and your heart don’t stop finding the beauty and the attraction in other people simply because you’ve made a commitment to one person.
It’s hard to hold on to someone who has long since slipped away.
Luckily, a Wi-Fi connection and a credit card make it easy to live life completely indoors in Manhattan.
There was before you and there was during you. For some reason, I never thought there would be an after you.
People say you fall in love, but fall is such a sad word when you think about it. Falls are never good. You fall on the ground, you fall behind, you fall to your death. Whoever was the first person to say they fell in love must have already fallen out of it. Otherwise, they’d have called it something much better.
Now that I’ve forgiven myself, the reminders of him only make me smile.
Reading is a hobby, but for some of us, it’s an escape from the difficulties we face. To all of you who escape into books, I want to thank you for escaping into this one.
We’re all just a bunch of sad people doing what we have to do to make it until tomorrow.
Hearts don’t have bones. They can’t actually break.
I can draw a seedling with two tiny branches. Yours and mine. We’ll be on our own brand-new, tiny family tree – one that starts with us.
Maybe it doesn’t matter whether something is a coincidence or a sign. Maybe the best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and things as we possibly can. And in the off chance that the people we lose are still somehow able to hear us, maybe we should never stop talking to them.
Sometimes I believe personalities are shaped more by damage than kindness. Kindness doesn’t sink as deep into your skin as the damage does. The damage stains your soul so bad, you can’t scrub it off. It stays there forever, and I feel like people can see all my damage just by looking at me.
It is my wish for you to be my fish.
Damaged people recognize other damaged people.
A good person who had one bad night. It happens to the best of us. The worst of us. All of us. Some of us are just luckier than others, and our bad moments have fewer casualties.
Maybe the best way to cope with the loss of the people we love is to find them in as many places and things as we possibly can.
She’s my person, and I am hers, and that’s something I’ve known since the first week we met.