Because sometimes you just can’t see the things that are the closest to you.
People make time for what matters to them.
Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust.
Why do I need to have reasons? When someone decides to have a baby, people don’t go around asking what her reasons are.
But there is one constant, one thing you can always count on: that not only does love come first, but at the end, it is the only thing that remains.
Life was good then, I though, as I started to cry. Not so much because I missed the good times, although I did. It was more that I knew I was turning into one of those girls who, upon looking at high school photos, feels wistful.
Although too much time has gone by to miss her, I feel regret that I didn’t maintain our friendship. Even if we no longer have much in common, we would have always had the past, which, in some ways, is just as important as the present or future.
You know in your heart when you’re doing the right thing and when you’re not. And you just have to do everything you can to stay the course.
I find myself wondering which is more egregious, to pretend to be happy when you’re not, or to feel so consistently dissatisfied when you should be happy.
Much later, she would go back and read the entry, and think to herself that memories were that way, too. When you wanted to forget, everything would return in raw, brutal focus. When you wanted to remember, the details would slip away like a dream at dawn.
But I cherished our filterless relationship and considered it the truest measure of a best friend, greater than pure affection. Who was the person you trusted enough to be your most transparent self with, in both good times and bad?
Everyone has issues. And at the end of the day... you are who you are.
Justice isn’t only about what a person deserves, but also about what a person needs.
When you wanted to savor something, it would speed by in a blur. When you wanted to get past something, it would drag on forever. Elaine.
I have a fleeting fantasy of telling her that procreation isn’t a contest, any more than SAT scores and making the cheerleading squad and getting into a good college and all the other things, both big and small, that she turned into a contest when Janie and I were young, going all the way back to whose baby teeth came in first, according to my mother.
Time heals all wounds, particularly if you pack a bunch of stuff into that time.
She knows in her heart that it doesn’t work like this. That misfortune doesn’t give you the right to disregard others, ignore the rules, tell lies and half-truths.
The surprise element of her betrayal was what burned me the most. The fact that I never saw it coming.
There is emotion, and then there is what you do about it.
I feel more myself with him than without. Maybe true love does that.