It’s funny the things you think you’re scared of until they’re upon you, and then you’re not.
You don’t share me. You own me.
I’m not choosing, but I’m running out of fight.
But I also know that sometimes Adam needs to do things the dramatic way. He is fond of the Grand Gesture.
Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I’d bottle and wear as perfume if I could.
We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king’s horses and all these king’s men cannot put us back together again.
I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.
Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.
Bribes are the glue that’s kept teenagers and parents connected for generations.
And now I am here, as alone as I’ve ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it’s suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.
I want you to play me like a cello.
You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.
Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.
I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.
You’re just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they’re already in us. That’s why we pretend them in the first place.
C’est courageux d’aller dans l’inconnu’: It is courageous to go into territory unknown.
Or maybe it’s not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.
You forget, time doesn’t exist anymore. You gave it to me.
I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he’s from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it’s me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.
Travelling is like a talent, like whistling or dancing. And some people have it.