I’m sure you heard a lot of sarcastic remarks when you first arrived, but by the time I got there, to everyone else you were just a part of the party. But unlike everyone else, you were the whole reason I came.
And honestly, there is no better way to explore your emotions than with poetry. Or audiotapes.
Dream big, they say. Shoot for the stars. Then they lock us away for 12 years and tell where to sit, when to pee and what to think. Then we turn 18, and even though we’ve never had an original thought, we have to make the most important decisions of our lives.
Un pettegolezzo legato a un bacio ti ha spinta a fare quello che hai fatto? No. Un pettegolezzo legato a un bacio ha distrutto un ricordo che speravo fosse speciale.
Il mio cuore e la mia fiducia erano ormai ai minimi termini. E questo tracollo stava scavando un vuoto nel mio petto. Come se ogni nervo del corpo si stesse ritirando verso l’interno, abbandonando le dita delle mani e dei piedi. Fino a scomparire.
A volte hai bisogno di stare in silenzio, anche se sei da solo.
You’ve known this for a while, Ryan. I’m sure of it. At the first mention of poetry, you knew this one was about you. You had to. Though I’m sure you must have thought, This can’t be why I’m on the tapes. It wasn’t a big deal.
I can love you and still let you go.
I can almost hear Hannah’s voice speaking my next thought for me. ‘Then why didn’t you try harder?
If work is stressing you out, that means you have a job” -Josh.
With everything going on in my life-going on in my head-I wanted to talk with you. Really talk. Just once. A chance we never seemed to get at school. Or at work. A chance to ask, Who are you?
Your heart is going to break in a few days, he says. It will. But I won’t make it hurt more by taking away the next few days with him.
I like Caleb. I like him even more every time I see him. And this can only lead to disaster.
I walked out of that office with my survey still in the box, unsure of what I was. An optimist? A pessimist? Neither. A fool. I.
If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
There are a lot of people out there who – for a variety of reasons – have a hard time stepping beyond their own ideas about certain subjects to explore the lives of others. So I wanted the readers to focus on the characters caught in the middle, rather than the issues themselves.
Unlike old age or cancer, no one anticipates a suicide. They simply left without a chance to get things in order.
She’s a Mercury, with the full hotness of the sun beating down on her. I’m a Pluto. Sure, my friend’s appreciate me, but I’m barely holding on to the far reaches of the galaxy.
If not for that party, I never would have met the real you.
But I’m starting to wonder if it actually has nothing to do with the future. Maybe it has everything to do with what happens now.