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That’s how you know you really love something, Tallulahloo, when it feels worth the hassle, when even the hardest parts of it feel like a gift.”
“Fuck anyone who makes you feel like you’re too much. If they feel that way, they aren’t enough for you.”
“I think love is . . . wrapping your arms around every emotion, even the hard ones, even when being numb seems so much safer. Love is hoping, even after disappointment has taught you not to. Love is that bone-deep hum of peace through your body when you’re hugged hard, when you’re listened to well, when you’re not left alone in your sadness. Love is stubborn and persistent, an indomitable weed that springs up in those slivers of soft soil in our concrete-jungle existence.
“Our parents’ journey is not ours, Tallulah. Therapy helped me figure that out—that what they showed us, in what they called ‘love’ and ‘marriage,’ does not define those terms for me. What I have with Gigi . . . whatever you might want with someone, someday, we get to say what that means. No one else.”
