You can carry alt these memories around. They’ll last longer than your grief, I promise, and someday you’ll be able to think of them and feel like I’m right there with you again.
He couldn’t be dead, because he was still so alive in her mind.
I don’t know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas tree agnostic.” He smiles. “I like it and you’re a Yom Kippur atheist.
But we stayed together, because I don’t know why. Maybe because we though we should be in love. At least I did. I wanted to be in love.
I’m empty. I’m drained. And I can’t move. Not that I’d want to. Because that’s the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don’t want to let it go. It becomes a comfort.
They didn’t talk much, but their silence was companionable.
It was sad that people only got along when everybody was unhappy.
He tastes like champagne. He tastes like desire. He tastes like my deepest craving fulfilled.
People live through such pain only once; pain comes again, but it finds a tougher surface.
They thought puzzle were boring. But I’ve always thought they were satisfying, you know? Each piece having its exact place.
El mundo guarda silencio salvo por los latidos constantes de nuestros corazones.
Is it weird being in Omaha?” Simini asked her. “Now that everybody’s left?” “It’s like walking through the mall after it closes,” Mags said.
The distance between us feels too close, too far, too close.
Because eventually, no matter what the circumstances, he would see the real me. Josh is a beautiful, messy, passionate work of art, and I’m... a blank canvas. There’s nothing here to love.
I’ve learned that if I never leave those areas of my life that feel comfortable, I’ll never have a chance at a greater happiness.
When it’s right, it’s simple,” he says to my unasked question. “Unlike your hair.
I doubted myself, and that made me doubt you. But you weren’t the problem. You were never the problem. I should have trusted you, but I didn’t, because I couldn’t trust myself.
I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s okay to be a blank canvas. Maybe it’s okay that my future is unknown. And maybe,” I say with another smile, “it’s okay to be inspired by the people who do know their future.
Josh: St. Clair and Anna are one of those couples that seem like they were made for each other. Instant friendship, instant chemistry. He was obsessed with her from the moment they met. She was the only thing he ever wanted to talk about. Still is, actually.
Is it possible that I’m worthy of being loved by someone whom I love?