I hope you choose the road that will make you the happiest. Even if it’s not a choice I’ll love, I will still always love you. Whether I’m a part of your life or not. You deserve happiness more than anyone I know.
Is that why you’re late? Your car broke down?” You shook your head and said, “No. I had to break up with my girlfriend.
There’s this toxic belief that family should stick together simply because they’re family. But the best thing I ever did for myself was walk away from them. It scares me to think of where I might be had I not done that.
Do they ever regret it? In the moment after letting go and the second before they make impact, there has to be a little bit of remorse in that brief free fall. Do they look at the ground as it rushes toward them and think, “Well, crap. This was a bad idea.
She loved me back to life.
People sometimes still drown in the shallow end,” he whispers.
Some things can be forgiven, but sometimes an action is so painful the memory of it can still crush a person ten years down the road.
Are you gonna live in your sadness or are you gonna die in it?
Most people want a listener. Someone they can spill everything to.
I look forward to these moments with Willow more than I look forward to time with Layla. What does that say about me?
Layla carries herself with a confidence that would be attractive no matter what she looked like.
But then this morning I had to tell him goodbye. And he held me and kissed me so much, I thought I might die if he let go. But I didn’t die. Because he let go and here I am. Still living. Still breathing. Just barely.
It’s kind of ironic,” I say. “You have five houses, but none of them are actually your home. Your refrigerator is empty. You live out of a backpack. We surprisingly do live very similar lives.
I’m no longer that same idiot. I’ve matured in the last two minutes. I’ve come to my senses.
I wrap my arms around her and I hug her. It’s the first hug I’ve given her lately that hasn’t felt forced, but I am so relieved. She’s giving me an extra week here, which means I get to see Willow again. And owning this place will give me more time to help Willow. Maybe. After my actions today, there’s a chance Willow may never speak to me again.
Imagine what heaven is like. The incessant positivity, the smiles, the lack of sin. The thought of living eternally in a place full of people who spent their lives spouting off inspirational quotes sounds way more depressing to me than if it all just ends with death.
I’m blooming for the first time since I broke through the earth’s soil.
And I promise... I swear... that if you choose to ends things between us, I will love you more as you’re walking out the door than on the day you walked down the aisle.
I’ll never be able to respect rich people now, knowing they willingly choose to spend their money on materialistic things rather than using it to help other people.
Love. Discovering it, giving it, receiving it, falling in it, living in it, leaving for it.