Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.
Oh darling, don't be bitter. It's the first instinct of the weak.
I mean, at first, it was kind of disappointing. But people recover from disappointment. Otherwise we'd all be hanging from nooses. Right?
This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.
When he stopped walking and kissed me a few minutes later, it was like time had stopped, with the air, my heart, and the world all so still. And it was this I remembered every other time I was with Marshall.
Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.
But it was even worse when you knew at that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldnÆt even budge.
Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.
I told you, everyone understands a quest.
Watching him, I thought, not for the first time that night, that maybe it should have felt strange to be with him, here, now. And yet it didnÆt, at all. That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasnÆt so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.
It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.
Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.
Doesn't it seem sometimes that the whole world's uphill but at least we know the way back will be easy...
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.
I didn't trot my pain out to show around. I kept it better hidden than anyone. I did.
What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.
It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have to have the last word.
But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.
People get mad Annabel. Its not the end of the world.
Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble
I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.
Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over...
In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.
People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less
I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.
This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don't jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.
Whenever something great happens, you're always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.
None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.
But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over
She said writting novels was like childbirth: if you truly remembered how awful it got, you'd never do it again.
I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.
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