It’s what you do when you’ve experienced the worst of the worst. You seek out people like you... people worse off than you... and you use them to make yourself feel better about the terrible things that have happened to you.
But I definitely think there are Category 5 moments in every marriage.
I find myself drawn to his altruism – a rarity these days.
We haven’t lost yet, Quinn. He’s right. We might have finally given up at the same time, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get back that hope. I want to fight for him. I want to fight for him as hard as he’s been fighting for me.
I was difficult. An emotionally challenging puzzle he wasn’t up for solving. Which was fine. I wasn’t in the mood to be solved.
He seemed confused by his solitude. Or maybe he was excited for his newfound freedom. I couldn’t help but wonder why he was alone.
Every situation is different. Every outcome is different.
I would be subjecting myself to the kind of attention I’ve spent most of my life fearing.
Maybe that’s the rite of passage before you become a man – realizing your father doesn’t have life figured out any more than you do.
True love exists and the people in this house are proof of that.
She was constantly taking notes. Writing down thoughts. She’d write ideas down on napkins. Dialogue in the shower on a waterproof notepad.
Breathe,” he whispers into my ear. “Calm down, Sky. I know you’re confused and scared, but I’m here. I’m right here. Just breathe.
Was it my destiny from the beginning to suffer such a tragic end? Or is my tragic end a result of poor choices rather than fate?
I felt confident enough to jump. Because – for the first time in my life – I felt confident that I wouldn’t land. I would keep flying.
It’s hard sometimes – remembering they aren’t here anymore.
I wonder how long it lasts. Or if it’ll always be this way.
I think time will definitely help, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to entertain the idea of moving. If you’re in a house they’ve never been in, the reminders of them might fade. Not having them around would become your new normal.
Sure, it was only temporary, but you can’t take away someone’s only means of survival and expect them to function on their own. That’s how I felt, anyway – like the only nourishment for my soul had been ripped from me.
My lips fall to hers, and I kiss her. Not because I should but because I need to.
My skin feels better with her touching it. My hair feels better with her hands in it. My mouth feels better with her tongue inside of it. I wish we could breathe like this. Live like this.