There was only so much grieving allowed when it was over someone who was never really hers.
I guess I disappeared for a minute.
His camera was always at the ready, as if something beautiful could happen at any moment.
But change takes courage.
Alice moved through the world noticing beautiful things.
It was difficult, when ghosts were everywhere, to figure out what was real and what was imagined.
I guess when you spend a life riding the waves – knowing that the ocean is heartless and millions of times stronger than you are, but still trusting that you’re skilled enough or brave enough or charmed enough to survive it – you become indebted to the people who don’t make it.
Cried over fiction instead of the truth.
My favorite thing about my home is sharing it with the people I love.
She hadn’t cried in ten years. Now: a thunderstorm.
But that’s the way it goes. I lost nearly everything, and then I built something better.
It was subtle and sweet and just the faintest bit bitter.
There are many ways of being alone. That’s something I know to be true.
The silence fell between us again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, just unfinished.
They’re talking to one another in easy voices about things of great significance and things that don’t mean much. The distance between us and all of that living feels insurmountable.
You raised your hand and said something so smart about it that suddenly the poem didn’t seem stupid anymore. And I knew that you were the kind of person I wanted to know.
I found myself waiting, each time she glanced down, for her to look at me again.
We might have been all that was left, but we were still a part of something bigger.
I want to be part of the world outside.
The most innocent things can call back the most terrible.