Funny Story

by Emily Henry

I’d thought we were building something permanent together. Now I realize I’d just been slotting myself into his life, leaving me without my own.

I don’t know how to talk along the surface of things, but I also don’t want to unearth the ugly stuff, over and over again, for people who are just passing through my life.

You can’t untell someone your secrets. You can’t unsay those delicate truths once you learn you can’t trust the person you handed them to.

the voice in my head reminding me of that isn’t my own; it’s Peter’s. And I don’t want it there. It has no right to keep echoing through my skull.

I’m not sure what parts of me are him and which parts are genuinely my own. And I want to know. I want to know myself, to test my edges and see where I stop and the rest of the world begins.

“It’s a library, Daphne. If you can’t be a human here, where can you?”

“There’s steadiness and dependability, and those are great. But settling? Just deciding you already know everything you like and dislike on the entire planet, everything you’re good at, every friend you’re going to make, and every food you’re ever going to eat?

He was willing to be good to me, but he wasn’t willing to be any better.

What am I waiting for? This, I think. Them. To not be alone. To have friends bear witness to the death of this dream.

you don’t even believe in all this.” “Sweetie.” She smoothed my hair over my shoulder. “I believe in you.

Why can’t I stop missing the dad I never had? Why is he this constant dull ache in my heart?