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First published June 18, 2019
She felt like she was standing outside her life, looking at herself, and there was a strange and horrible clarity to it that she didn't like at all.Quotes from Gabe's Perspective.
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She had always felt like she knew who she was. Certain of her place in the world around her. And now she felt like she was looking inside at something she couldn't understand, her face pressed against the glass. People saw her as sad, apparently. Everyone around her was involved in relationships, and she'd never been in one. She'd never even wanted to be. But right now all of that just made her feel rootless, adrift and very not like herself. Or maybe that wasn't even the problem. Maybe the problem was it made her not want to be herself at all. And it made her feel a whole lot closer to that sad, motherless girl, than she had ever wanted to be.
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This was all becoming unbearable. All of this intimacy had been built between them. And it had ... It had changed her. On a fundamental level. It had altered who she was, and how she felt about things. I thad opened up the door to a piece of her she hadn't known was there, and with it, she'd been flooded with all these new desires, hopes and dreams. And now he was pulling away, and it was killing her.
Years on he'd woken up one morning, his last night out on tour, and realized as he lay in bed with a stranger and a hangover as companions, that he was an apple flourishing right beneath the shade of a tree he had hoped to roll far away from. At this point he had a feeling the roots were too damned deep to do any different. He'd started to wonder if the vision he'd had of becoming Hank [his father] was the wrong one, after all. If he'd just been born him.Quotes That Show Why They're Such a Good Fit.
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She was a revelation. And he wished ... He wished that he could be the man that she seemed to think he was. The way she looked at him ... He didn't know a man that deserved to be looked at like that.
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He built a life for himself, made entirely out of materials he didn't give a shit about. And then he wondered why he felt nothing. Nothing in triumph, nothing in failure. He made it that way. Because he never wanted to ... He'd never wanted to be like his mother. Broken and crying and destroyed over caring so much about something that didn't love you back. He was a coward. Jamie was right.
It was still enough out here that it was easier to really see. Quiet enough that you could really hear. When he'd been younger this was where he'd found his peace, and also where he'd done his thinking. Where he'd been his strongest and most vulnerable. He could see it in her now because he knew what this place, what these mountains, did. Broke down your walls. Made you feel small. Not small in a way that made you easy to crush. Small enough to find shelter in these trees.
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For some reason, his entire world felt like it was standing on its head and ... He wasn't even all that pissed off about it. Not like he should be. Because Jamie was interesting. She had a passion about her, and it had touched something inside him he hadn't accessed in years. And she'd gone and made him feel. Made him feel things about the ranch, the horses, about the life he'd left all those years before. And then she'd done this. Walked up and broken into his routine.
