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Even now, as she looks like this, I still crave her approval.
How can someone so physically worn look so young?
The plan was to start a life after graduation. I had a lot of plans, though I had no actual idea how to begin.
Male friendships are strange. Though I suppose I’m no expert on friendships of any kind.
“When did you start making your feelings smaller for other people’s benefit?” he asks, his narrowed eyes focused intently on me.
Damn...
Luke reminds me a lot of myself at his age. Eerily aware of the world around him and intent on keeping the peace—a skill children shouldn’t have to learn so young.
Too much sympathy from others often makes tears start flowing, and I don’t want to freak the kid out.
Am I tired or is it simply easier to be honest when you know someone already doesn’t like you? Either way…
I’m only one week into parenting, and I know I should allow myself more time for these feelings to pass, but I’m tired down to my bones. The loneliness that has been hanging over me for years threatens to swallow me up.
I hate it. I hate feeling like I’ve let someone down. Like I’m inherently bad or wrong.
I’m letting him see me fully in return for his vulnerability. I don’t usually allow people in like this. Being open has never gotten me anywhere but heartbroken.
I loved art, mess, blurred lines and loud music, bright colors and my frizzy hair, glitter glue and comic books. Then I was plunged into a family who valued the opposite of most of those things and whom I was desperate to impress.
“I could resist, try to swim out, try to avoid it—but it would be easier to float. And, for the first time, I’m not scared to.” Warren’s blue eyes look up, swirling with mixed emotion.
“I think we get stronger with each generation. Like we’re evolving.”
“You are not allowed to speak to me like that anymore.”
“I’m struggling, sure. It’s really hard. But I’m happy with my decision. This is how my life is going to be. Whether you like it or not. So you can either support me…or you can go.”
“Maybe if Chloe had felt safe to ask for help once in a while, she’d be less hard on herself. It seems, however, that she was taught not to accept help from anyone.”
Damn... IT MUST'VE BEEN THE WIND
“I’ve spent most of my life having to prove my mother wrong despite wanting to do nothing but make her proud. I’m tired of it…done with it. You didn’t know. And what you said to her…that’s everything I needed to hear. Is that how you really feel?”
“A dove is a symbol of peace.” He reaches toward me, holding my cheek in his palm. “That’s what you are to me…peace.”
“It’s just…whenever I feel like I do right now—content—I think…it’s as if my brain tries to tell me to expect the worst. To brace for shit to hit the fan.”
“You have two incredible sons. They’re some of the best people I know, and you choose to come in and out of their lives when it’s convenient—leaving nothing but hurt and broken promises behind you.
