Be that girl, Lily. Brave and bold.
We kiss for a quiet moment, but it’s so intense, I feel like I can’t breathe when we separate. I look down and suck in a quiet breath before looking him in the eye again. I force a grin in an attempt to ease the intensity in my chest. “I can’t believe you kept that fortune.
It became one of the things that irritated me about her because no matter how beautiful she was, her insecurity was the loudest thing about her.
How do people leave these cycles when they don’t have the resources I had or the support from their friends and family? How do they possibly stay strong enough every second of the day? I feel like all it takes is one weak, insecure moment in the presence of your ex to convince yourself you made the wrong decision. Anyone who has ever left a manipulative, abusive spouse and somehow stayed that course deserves a medal.
If you do something stupid, I’m going to be the friend who tells you you’re doing something stupid. I’m not going to join you in your stupidity.
I quietly grieve what could have been. What is. What wasn’t.
It’s like I live inside my own head now more than I live in reality.
I wish I was processing how to make this work between us, but I’m processing how to not let it hurt, because it can’t work.
I like how I feel when I’m with him. And I’m not positive, but I think he likes how I make him feel. Neither of us has stopped smiling.
The thing I abhor most about autobiographies is the counterfeit thoughts draped over every sentence.
We both laugh at our son’s big balls.
Earlier, when you called yourself my backup plan, I wanted to laugh. Because if anything, Shelby was my backup plan to you.
If there’s nothing inside a heart that can break, why does it feel like mine is going to snap in half when it’s time for me to move next month? Does your heart not feel like that?” Samson’s eyes scroll over my face for a moment. “Yeah,” he whispers. “It does. Maybe we both grew heart bones.
There are much better ways to share your truth than to force it on someone so hard it injures them.
I can’t afford to allow anyone to break me anymore. I have a daughter I need to be whole for.
I moved to this city to be invisible, but I am certainly not impenetrable. It’s something I’ve been working on – attempting to become as hardened as the concrete beneath my feet.
We kiss just enough. Not too short, but not too long that it leads to something else. It’s the perfect kiss for the perfect moment.
I wonder if anyone would even notice if I ran away? They’d probably notice. They just wouldn’t be upset about it.
You make me laugh, even when you frustrate me.
It looks like a manuscript.