Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it’s over, you feel like you don’t have any bones left to hold you up.
I was, but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change. The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they couldn’t all day long but that never works.
Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s to much gravity on my heart.
Nothing ever really goes away – it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.
Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.
Every story is part of a whole, entire life, you know? Happy and sad and tragic and whatever, but an entire life. And books let you know them.
Sometimes you gotta just take things for what they are and appreciate them, not try to label it or explain it. Explanations take the mystery out of it, you know?
I really don’t even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.
He loved to read. He loved words, the way they string together into sentences and stories. He wanted to study them, to know and create them, to share them with the world.
Sometimes I think we all feel guilty for being happy, and as soon as we catch ourselves acting like everything is okay, someone remembers it’s not.
I’m fine, thanks for not asking.
Don’t move, Anna Reiley. Right now, everything is perfect.
Same people. Same hellos and goodbyes. Same beginnings and endings. Same befores and afters.
Sweetheart, when you say Matt’s name, you have the same look in your eyes that he’d get whenever he’d say yours.
I just swallow hard. Nod and smile. One foot in front of the other. I’m fine, thanks for not asking.
The only excuse I can think of is the truth – she’s broken. Until someone can figure out how to fix her, what else can she do?
Like the beach glass you guys always brought me. Sometimes I dump it out on my desk and press my ear to the pieces, trying to hear the ocean. Trying to hear you.
Anna,” he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair.“Don’t you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?” “No.” Just, then, i didn’t know what anything meant.
Doesn’t matter how many people are in the crowd anymore, Delilah. Ten or ten thousand, I’m still only singing for one.