Hearing him say it now, that is was my birthday present, touched me in the last place I wanted him to touch me. My heart.
Oh, I used to lie all the time as a kid.” I didn’t think of it as lying, though. I thought of it as playing make-believe. I told Kitty she was adopted and her real family was in a traveling circus. It’s why she took up gymnastics.
Josh, you break my heart. And you’re a liar. Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don’t love me.
When I write, I hold nothing back. I write like he’ll never read it. Because he never will. Every secret thought, every careful observation, everything I’ve saved up inside me, I put it all in the letter. When I’m done, I seal it, I address it, and then I put it in my teal hatbox.
Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That’s part of the risk.
The air tasted just the same, smelled just the same. The wind making my hair feel sticky, the salty sea breeze, all of it felt just right. Like it had been waiting for me to get there.
It’s funny how much of your childhood is about proximity.
I do this to feign confidence, because the more I fake it, the more it’s supposed to feel true.
I tried to communicate happiness in that word, but I don’t know if it came out that way. All I was feeling was despair. And envy. Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.
It’s crazy, how similar we are. Here’s both of us, working through our stuff, trying to make something positive out of something really bad.
Is this how people lose touch? I didn’t think that could happen with sisters. Maybe with other people, but never us.
His voice made my shiver, it was like the sound f water when it pulls off sand.
Do you know what it’s like to like someone so much you can’t stand it and know that they’ll never feel the same way? Probably not. People like you don’t have to suffer through those kind of things.
It’s kind of silly to feel so disappointed about something you only just realized you wanted, isn’t it?
And i’m certain, i’m so suddenly certain that everything is exactly the way it’s supposed to be, that I don’t have to be afraid of good-bye; because good-bye doesn’t have to be forever.
It’s a known fact that in life, you can’t have everything.
I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.
As I bicycle home, it starts to rain, cold, almost-snow kind of rain, and I’m glad. I can blame my wet cheeks on the rain.
I didn’t want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.
Please, Peter. I know her well and so do you. Well, I did know her well. But I don’t think people change at the core. They are who they are.