Funny Story

by Emily Henry

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.

People can change, I think. I’m changing.

I can be here, in the moment, instead of watching for smoke, ready to run.

My life, five months ago, was picture perfect, but it wasn’t the picture I wanted.

“He already spent all day helping her move her shit out,” he says.

THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED

Life’s short enough without us talking ourselves out of hope and trying to dodge every bad feeling. Sometimes you have to push through the discomfort, instead of running.”

Miles smiles tentatively, an apology of a smile: Should I be here right now?

I literally can't