Is this how it is with lies? The first one comes hard, the second one easier, until they slip off your tongue easier than truths – maybe because they are easier than truths.
Just as, she now understands, Nathaniel’s loss has somehow merged with her own. It sounds like a burden, to take this on, but really, it’s the opposite. To be the holder of other people’s loss is to be the keeper of their love. To share your loss with people is another way of giving your love.
You must not waste your one day here. When the sun shines, you let it shine on you. Snow is always waiting.
There is so much to say. It is like shoving all the sand of the world into an hourglass. Or trying to get it out.
I think I’m kind of getting the concept of closure. It’s no big dramatic before-after. It’s more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending, and you’re sad, but you can’t be that sad because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there’ll be other vacations, other good times. – Adam.
It had given me a bad feeling, though I wasn’t sure if it was because I was scared I wasn’t going to find him, or scared of just what I might find.
More and more lately it seems as though the majority of my conversations are with myself.
You’ll get through it. I know you seem like you won’t, but you will.
She wears the braid every day and always, by lunchtime, the curls and ringlets of her thick mane have managed to escape in rebellious little tendrils. But she refuses to surrender to that hair of hers, and every morning, it goes back into the braid.
So this was how it was. People entered your life. Some would stay. Some would not. Some would drift but would return to you.
But by the way he’s looking at everything in the room but me, I think he knows that he didn’t really explain why. And by the way I’m looking at everything in the room but him, I know that I don’t really need him to.
You need people who will give you the food from their plate because they feel your hunger, who will refuse to let you wander off alone no matter how many times you say it’s all good.
It’s just that we’d like to think that craziness and sanity are on opposite ends of an ocean, but really they’re more like neighboring islands.
I’m waging a tug of war, but no one else is holding the other end of the rope.
I didn’t understand then. Love is not something you protect. It’s something you risk.
I know what I did to you was so wrong, but at the time it also felt so necessary to my survival. I don’t know if those two things can both be true but that’s how it was. If it’s any comfort, after a while, when it didn’t feel necessary anymore, when it felt hugely wrong, all I was left with was the magnitude of my mistake, of my missing you.
She was in a free fall now. And it wasn’t killing her. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if she might’ve had it backwards. All that fixating on the fall... maybe she should’ve been paying more attention to the free.
I recently lost someone. Someone so integral to me, it’s like a part of me is gone. And now I don’t know how to be anymore. If there’s even a me without her. It’s like she was my sun, and then my sun went out. Imagine if the real sun went out. Maybe there’d still be life on Earth, but would you still want to live here? Do I still want to live here?
When a broken bone heals, it’s stronger than it was before the break. Same holds true for broken hearts.
Everyone thinks it was because of the snow. And in a way, I suppose that’s true.