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If you hit someone in the back of the head hard enough, you can pop their eyeballs right out of their face.
“You look like a TV doctor. Dr. McSpicy or something. What are your credentials?”
“Rose is my pequeño gorrión. My little sparrow. One of my best performers.”
I might have been abandoned here, left in a cage. Maybe my wings have been clipped. But I can still fly.
Lachlan was right. I’m knee-deep in my peak “Hallmark Sad Man Cinderwhatever” era.
I don’t tell her I’m not sorry. That I spent a long time in mourning, not for losing Claire, but for how my whole reality seemed to shatter the moment I got down on one knee and she said no. I thought I loved her, and maybe I did love the idea of her. But more than that, I wanted the life I had envisioned for us. A safe and secure and straightforward marriage. A surgical career in one of the best hospitals in the country. What my brothers had fought so hard and so long for me to have. A perfect life. Atonement for the sin I had committed, a final twist of the key to lock my secret away. Proof
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Sometimes, I think right might not be good. And wrong might not be bad.
“It wasn’t really by choice. But I’d take a raccoon to the face for you any day, Rose Evans.”
“It’s okay to love your darkness and still love yourself. It doesn’t make you a bad person. It makes you a whole one.”
But I finally realize I don’t care about the illusion of light anymore. My Rose blooms in the dark. And all I want is to grow there with her.
We’re not afraid of the dark. And we’re not going anywhere.”
The show can’t start until you jump.
I’m just limping along, coping with a broken heart by encasing it in a familiar routine.
The hardest secret I ever kept was the one I kept from you. It was not telling you how much I love you. How much that love has consumed me, even when I tried not to let it. You unraveled the life I’d convinced myself I wanted. I didn’t think the man left behind was one I could trust. I thought I was keeping you safe from me by hiding those feelings away. But I was wrong. I’d give anything to go back and break every rule before the day we made them. Because I know now that I loved you even then.
“What are you doing here, Rose?” “What do you mean?” I let out a puff of a laugh as I scan the fairgrounds, gesturing toward the motor homes and campers parked around me. “I live here.” “No. You don’t. You exist here.”
“I had a dream while I was in the hospital. That some broken hearts can’t be sewn back together. And I wondered if mine would be like that too. I thought so for a long time. And then your first letter came. I was angry. I felt empty. But getting that letter was like receiving the first stitch. It hurt. But it helped too. Every one since then has closed a little bit of the wound, even on the days when I didn’t want it to.
