The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

“Sometimes you have to leave so you can know what it is you left. You don’t really value something until you’ve lost it.”

Were there really people who stuck around long enough to be considered that dependable? If there were, I’d never met one. It was why I never bothered with relationships. Why the hell would you sign yourself up to invest in someone who would eventually say you were

too flawed, too complicated, to keep around?

“She looks like such a docile little thing. You’d never guess she’d be capable of ripping someone apart.” “She’s like any other woman in that regard, ma’am.”

The wins feel really good and let us celebrate what we did right. But the losses, they teach us more. They teach us to see where we can improve, and yeah, they feel pretty darn bad, and that’s okay. As you get bigger, you’ll see that it’s not how you handle the wins that make you a good man, it’s how you handle the losses.”

We are imperfect people made that way by an imperfect world, and we don’t always get a say in what shapes us. I