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“Men do things, and women apologize for them.”
Hunger, she thought, was such an easy need to meet. If only she could be sure what she was truly hungry for.
“It’s good to say yes,” Ruth said. “If you’re saying yes to the right things.”
They wanted to bottle the feeling of possibility, to capture their own potential before it turned into regret.
He rocked her until she cried out, filling every open space with her voice.
Who could know what to search for in a mother? Children were trained to look at her and see their own needs instead.
Marley knew now that marriages were not measured by time. They were tracked by disappointments, by hurts. Betrayals and apologies.
It was one thing to save a life, and another to share it with someone.
Now they communicated only in apologies.
“Sins are like butterflies.” Shay kept his cool. “They all began as something else.”
I don’t love you. I love the likeness of me.
He was trying to avoid pain, to cut off his own loss at the pass.
“A way to work out the lives we’re living, to reach for something deeper.”
Maybe art works just as well.
