For any of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. You can never know for sure, so you´d better make every second count
Life can be long or short, it all depends on how you choose to live it. it's like forever, always changing. for any of us our forever could end in an hour, or a hundred years from now. you can never know for sure, so you'd better make every second count. what you have to decide is how you want your life to be. if your forever was ending tomorrow, is this how you'd want to have spent it?
This was just one night, one chance to vary and see where it took me. The fireflies were probably already out: maybe it wasn't just a season or a time but a whole world I'd forgotten. I'd never know until I stepped out into it. So I did.
Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.
Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.
We were all staring as we passes him, slowly, like a tourist at a wildlife park watching elephants from the safety of their wagon.
Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we'd found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one.
None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.
Wes wants to be with Macy. And Macy, whether she'll admit it or not, wants to be with Wes. And yet they're not together, which is not only unjust, but when you think about it, tragical!
I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.
Now we were both in motion again, moving ahead. So what if there were questions left unanswered. Life went on. We knew that better than anyone.
What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a prize. you know?
I don't think anyone would think that an ellipsis represents doubt or anything. I think it's more, you know, hinting at the future. What lies ahead.
Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.
When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.
I knew that in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late again. I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.
Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.
An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.
I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.
So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.
You know, feeling and action are always linked, one can't exist without the other. It's sort of a hippie thing.-Wes
And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.
I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.
Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.
Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over...
And that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this.
If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.
That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.
As for me, I was just trying to get it right, whatever that means. But now I finally felt I was on my way. Everyone had a forever, but given a choice, this would be mine. The one that began in this moment, with Wes, in a kiss that took my breath away, then gave it back - leaving meastounded, amazed and most of all, alive.
If this was my forever, I wouldn't want to spend it here.
That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.
But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.
It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn't want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.
The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.
But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.
It took a lot of work to be perfect.
Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.
Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy...
It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.
Then, a life was ending. Here, one was about to begin. I didn't believe in signs. But it was hard to ignore the fact that someone, somewhere, might have wanted me to go through this again and see there was another outcome.
It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.
It's like forever, always changing.
This felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.
Everyone else could get through to my mother: all they had to do was dial a number and wait for her to pick up. If only, I thought, it was that easy for me.
It's nice to have options even if you can't take them.
This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.
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