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It’s funny how sometimes you find a friend—in the likely places—and almost immediately, you can talk about anything.
But more often than not, after the initial blush, you find you really have nothing in common. With others, you believe you’ll never be more than acquaintances. You’re so different, after all. But then this thing surprises you, sticking longer than you ever predicted, and you begin to rely on it, and that relationship whittles down your walls, little by little, until you realize you know that one person better than almost anyone. You’re really and truly friends.
I’d learned that people talk when they’re ready.
“Sometimes babies come at the wrong times, but they can still be blessings if they are welcomed and loved.”
“You’d think the pain of losing someone would go away after a while, but it doesn’t.”
THE HEART IS a demanding tenant; it frequently makes a strong argument against common sense.
Books had been my solace, my dearest circle of friends.
Anyone who thinks a seventeen-year-old is mature enough to always know the difference between a smart choice and a dumbass decision hasn’t been a mother to a seventeen-year-old.
learned this: not to trust someone just because they treated me nice.
“All you can do is act the way you’d like them to act,” Miss Isabelle said now. “They’ll watch you, and then they’ll make their own decisions. You cross your fingers over your heart and hope to God they make good ones. But you’re not going to let them down, Dorrie. No more than any imperfect mother who loves her children more than she loves herself.”
The three words told their whole story. Faith. Hope. Love.
“Sometimes you just have to ask for what you need.
Was her ability to love damaged by her losses?
