Is that what I wanted? To be in the middle of something complicated and dramatic? To be a cheerleader for someone else’s romance? Or to have a romance of my own?
I’m pretty good at walking away from things – probably too good, in fact.
I know I should try harder to make her feel necessary in my life. It totally freaked her when I said I didn’t need her anymore. But isn’t that the whole point of growing up? A healthy bird can fly the nest? Roots and wings and all that Hallmarky crap?
Now think of life in the same terms. Start over when you have to. Make a second draft. Or a third. Embrace the chance you have to do things over again in a different, better, wiser way.
What’s wrong with just talking? Isn’t that why bars were invented? So you could talk to somebody over a drink – as opposed to sitting at home alone getting sloshed?
What do people want? Well, you really can’t talk about wants until you talk about needs.
Just like old librarians, old coins are often more valuable than they appear at face value.
I walked down Paseo del Prado, losing myself to the sights, sounds, and dense magic of the city. There’s something weirdly calming about being alone in a big city. It made me feel like the universe was hugely generous, and that my species was so damn smart to have constructed such a beautiful city.