It is a terrible thing to not feel missed.
It is real in such an intense way that it feels unreal, too.
She is the weakness you think of as strength while I am the strength you have no idea is there.
I swore I wouldn’t check my phone, and now that I’ve broken that vow it’s like the other ones are null and void. Like any addict, I’ve built my floodgates out of tissue paper.
When nothing else is left, art will become the truth of the time.
The laws of gravity vary from city to city. In Venice, the laws state that no matter where you want to go, you will always be drawn back to ST. Mark’s Square. Even though you know it will be immensely crowded, and even though you have nothing in particular to do there, you will still feel yourself drawn.
Did I love her then? Yes, in a genuine way. But I knew it wasn’t everlasting, and that was okay. We had the time that we had, and we would be together for the rest of it.
I did not want the universe’s ever-growing entropy to interfere with my lovelife.
He drinks, even though drinking always makes him remember rather than forget.
I was still scared by every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say.
I want to love. I want to love indiscriminately – people, places, and things. But not just those. I want to love verbs. Adjectives. I want to love beyond category. Because, in my heart, I know that’s what I was born to do. And life? Life is just the time I have to figure out how to do it well.
And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn’t miss meant more to me than the things I missed.
When one of my teammates botches a shot, the coach tells him to stop being a girl. I wish I could tell him that I was a girl two days ago, and two days before that. Nothing is different. A shot is a shot.
How alone am I right now? Even my car has decided to give up on me.
This is what we don’t admit about first kisses: One of the most gratifying things about them is that they are proof, actual proof, that the other person wants to kiss us.
It was cool to see reading become such a transparent act – it was as if her face had a different expression for each punctuation mark, and when there was dialogue you could see her actually listening to it in her head.
It’s so natural to drag a good thing down. It takes a lot of control to let it be what it is.” -Rhiannon.
How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust them to.
In fact, the people who live in this town exist – millions of them. They just don’t happen to all live in the same town.
I’m so sorry,” I continue. And it’s like the last word is a hurdle and I can’t leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.