It’s true, I’d planned to wait.
We’ve got to stop being afraid of the change.
When my father is stern, no one chastises him. I don’t think it’s fair that when I act similarly, I’m seen as cruel. I’m making a huge decision, and I’m trying to be wise about it.
And when he broke, it was a miracle he managed to find all the pieces of himself again.
I’d decided that I was going to stop dressing like a princess and start dressing like a queen.
It’s weird, all the things that go into that feeling of being home.
I think you’re mistaking comfort for joy.
I really hope so. Partly because, yes, we’re duty bound to produce heirs. But also... I want everything with you, America. I want the holidays and the birthdays, the busy seasons and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter finger-prints on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.” – Maxon Schreave.
Henri grabbed my face, looking deeply into my eyes. “Love you,” he vowed. “Love you.” Then he turned and clutched Eikko’s arm. “And love you. My good friend. Very good friend.
I’m not sure if fate or destiny is real. But I can tell you that sometimes the very thing you’ve been hoping for will walk through the door, determined to fend you off. And still, somehow, you will find that you are enough.
I could tell in his face that I could burn the house down, and he’d just get out marshmallows and thank me for the lovely flame. I’m not sure I could make a mistake big enough for him not to forgive.
I know. But sometimes it’s about what you want to do, not what you have to.
I’d rather have my last memory be of his death than suffer knowing that his last memory was of mine.
Some see a weed; some see a flower. Perspective.
I am slow here,” Henri said, pointing to his mouth. “Not here.” He pointed to his eyes.
We would live together and weave out lives into one another’s and hold on to a sacred sisterhood that only a handful of women ever experienced.
Something about being that close to him all the time made my bones feel weak.
Luck was fine and well, but I didn’t need it. I had a plan.
I held the water to my chest, and I loved.
But shouldn’t there be a least? Shouldn’t there be a bare minimum that life should give you? Is it too much to ask for a job you don’t hate, or for someone to truly have and hold? Is it too much to ask for one child? Even one some would call flawed? Couldn’t I at least have that?