I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.
I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.
The world is not that black and white, Rachel. There are no moral absolutes. It is complex.
I love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
Then he asks if he can kiss me. It is a question I don't usually like. Just do it, I always think.
I remember that my mother had once told me that the opposit of love isn't hate, it's indifference.
There is no better audience for someone in love than someone in love.
I think to myself that when you're in love, sometimes you have to swallow your pride, and sometimes you have to fight to keep your pride. It's a balance. But when the relationship is right, you find that balance.
We are in love and meant to be together.
It's like Brad Pitt for us. You might not like blond men with pretty features, but c'mon, it's Brad. You're not going to kick him out of bed for eating crackers.
What if two people want to be your partner, then what?
It's like when someone dies, the initial stages of grief seem to be the worst. But in some ways, it's sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they've missed in your life. In the world.
When you're in love, sometimes you have to swallow your pride, and sometimes you have to keep your pride. It's a balance. But when the relationship is right, you find the balance.
It's the worst thing to fall in love with someone who will never stop disappointing you...
You'll never regret being a good friend.
Life's not black-and-white. Sometimes the ends justifies the means.
Like the perfect beach vacation, where the routine is so blissfully uneventful that when you return home and friends ask how your trip was, you can't really recall what exactly you did to fill up so many hours. That's what being with Dex is like.
Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn't have a lot to do with hating my job. From the bar exam through that first hellish year as an associate, Nate was my escape. And sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.
And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.
Maybe the thing to do after you roll the dice-and lose-is simply pick them up and roll them again.
But I have learned that you can't just create your own timetable and will it to come true.
My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.
But now we have time. Endless time stretches before us.
Nothing is ever perfect. It is what you make of it.
But one thing I have to say about Darcy and dating is this: she never blew us off for a guy. She always put her friends first- which is an amazing thing for a high school girl to do.
Someday being with Dex will be a distant memory. This fact makes me sad too. Its the initial stages of grief that seem to be worst but in some ways, Its sadder as time goes by and you consider how much they're missed in your life.
Grab his penis like this, and I guarantee, it's a done deal.
Surely he knows we are all watching. That I am watching. It is always that way when you are in a group and someone decides to go for a swim or walk to the water. The ocean is a giant stage. It is natural that the others watch, if only for a moment.
I don't know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don't know why I didn't love her. It's something you can't really control.
The feeling I have reminds me of New Year's Eve, when the countdown is coming and I'm not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn't turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn't mean quite so much, if I weren't forced to analyze where I've been and where I'm going.
And like a favorite old movie, sometimes the sameness in a friend is what you like the most about her.
And then there is Darcy. She is a woman who believes that things should fall into her lap, and, consequently, they do. They always have. She wins because she expects to win. I do not expect what I want, so I dont. And I dont even try.
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