Funny Story

by Emily Henry

There was no point clinging to something that wasn’t really yours. Mom was the only permanent thing in my life, the only thing that mattered.

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.

Sadie and I have barely spoken since that call, and I grieved that loss as much as or more than the end of my romantic relationship.

“It’s not about that,” he says. “You moved here because of Peter. Don’t let him make you move away too.”

And no matter how genuinely nice Starfire is, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s a woman who paid someone actual money to recount the plot of Titanic to her as a prophecy, and she is worthy of Dad’s love, when I never have been.

Life isn’t a competition, and neither is love, but I’m still the loser.

It’s easy to be loved by the ones who’ve never seen you fuck up.

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

And I also love my mother. A part of me will always be just a little bit homesick for her when we’re apart. She’s my constant, and I don’t take that lightly.