This was our life. This woman was my future. She would be the mother of my children. This was our beginning. I couldn’t wait for the middle. And I never wanted it to end.
No. That’s not what I want. You would have to go all in. We would go out to dinner, see movies, call each other, text. I’d work on your car – you know, the Mustang you left at my house earlier this week – install gadgets you don’t need ’cause you’re my girl. You might come to the Winston place and hang out with us boys. This would be both of us, all in for all twelve months – or less if we find we don’t suit.
Right now, it feels like I’d be completely erasing who I was before,” he blurted, swallowed, and then lifted his eyes to mine. They weren’t so sharp. “And I liked that person, even if no one else did.
My Jenn. Not Billy’s Jenn. Mine. “Jennifer.
Clowns, in my experience, are like cats. They can sense when a person isn’t into them and then go out of their way to interact with that person.
It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.” – Aristotle, Metaphysics.
In fact, I’m doubting that love exists. Maybe, as a society, we made it up to explain and justify our unhealthy desire for co-dependence.” He.
If one persists in asking oneself, “Why does it matter?” the answer always eventually becomes, “It doesn’t.
My momma once told me no one turns away a lady bearing pie. If you want to get your foot in the door, bring pie and hold it in front of you. She called this the pie effect.
Some people reject their God given gifts because society makes them feel ashamed when they shine.
Like I was his treasure. “The last thing I ever want to be for you is a regret.
If he soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts, then my soul was Scarlet.
Let her always need my love, as she does now, and let me always be capable of offering it this freely, unreservedly, and unconditionally.
Time heals all wounds. Time is of the essence. Time is short. Time is on my side. Lies. All lies. Time is the enemy. Time was playing for the other team. Timed stretched like an endless desert. The only thing time does is stagger along like a drunk sailor and give you wrinkles. And syphilis.
As time together grows scarce, it also becomes more precious.
And you are more than the mistakes of your youth. You are more than the label you’ve been assigned by people who might love you, but don’t really know who you are anymore.
I’ll tell you what I told Shelly when she was going through a hard time in middle school.” He returned my smile with a small one of his own. “Be beautiful for yourself, Janie. And only if you want to. If a man is worthy of you, he’ll see more beauty in who you are than in what you look like.
You have stolen my heart and soul, if such things exist for a creature like me. I’m yours. Forever. If you’ll have me.
I’d come to view him as another example – in a long line of examples – of why men were as trustworthy and reliable as tampons made of sand.
Well, don’t un-weird yourself on my account. I like you weird.