Too many times I’ve heard stories of people being attacked in front of others, people who yell for help, and no one comes to their aid. People these days are too afraid to stick their neck out and help each other. There are too many guns, too many crazies, too many criminals. Even in the most liberal city in America, I wonder how many San Franciscans would take the chance. But I can’t think like that. I have to believe in the good in people, even as the world spins to an even worse future.
But hearts are made to hold you hostage and I’m captive against my will.
My path in life leads right into your arms.
I love you, and I’ve never loved anyone before. Never said it to anyone. Never even thought it. because ever since you came into my life, those words have belonged to you, and they’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting for the chance to be heard.
The man knows what he wants and he wants you. So let him have you.
I’m not a mess. But I can recognize the softness in others. Cut open a weathered leather chair and you’ve got feathers inside.
With Jackie it’s totally different. She might be young but her soul speaks to mine. Her soul is bright yet weathered, having endured so much and come out of it still willing to shine. With her I can just be myself. I don’t have to pretend. I don’t have to guard myself. Maybe I should but if I did then I couldn’t feel half of what I’m feeling.
All that matters is what happens with the here and now. The past is just ground beneath your feet, there to hold you up or be left behind.
My name is Delilah Gordon, and all my life I have been head over heels in love with the boy next door, Fox Nelson. And all my life I have been acutely aware that he is not in love with me.
His expression softens, his hand running through my hair, over my shoulder, down my arm. “Stop pretending I’m not what you need.
Perry Palomino, kiddo, baby – will you be my wife?
There is great strength in trying. It’s like working a muscle. The more you try to do something, the more you try to do better, the stronger you’ll get.” A silence falls between us as the last of the sun disappears. Dark blue.
I didn’t know what the future held. But I knew it held Dex. And that was more than good enough for me.
Thanks for agreeing to watch Fat Rabbit. Hope you’re prepared for lots of farts in your future. From the dog, of course.
I see,” she said blankly. “Sometimes it’s horrible to be right.
I’m not running from something. I’m running to something. Absolution. She has red hair and a sunshine smile.
Humans can get used to anything. We’re nothing if not adaptable. It’s probably how we’ve survived on this planet for so long. With each wrench the world tries to throw at us, whether it be sabertooth tigers, or famine, or disease, or Facebook, we have found ways to adapt and learn and come out better for it.
I’m trying not to let the hope shine out of my chest.
To see the dawn of the new days. Sometimes it feels like the world around us is collapsing. Sometimes it’s the world inside us. But the sun always rises. It always promises that we can start again. It’s the one thing we can count on when we can’t count on anything else.
It’s better to be in a state of becoming than to be in a state of being.