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people can only change themselves, no matter how hard you try. They have to want it as bad as you do or there is no hope.
It’s impossible to change people who have their mind set on who they are. You can’t support them enough to make up for their low expectations,
I do know that holding on to something that was never mine will only hurt more.
This is just like old times, his coming to my rescue after my father’s addictions wreak havoc. But there are no greenhouses to hide in, not this time. This time there is only darkness and no escape in sight.
I glance toward the window, noting the darkness outside. When did the sun disappear? And why didn’t it take me with it?
Nothing hurts worse than not hurting at all, and that that makes no sense and perfect sense at the same time
And the irony is that as soon as he finally had something, someone worth living for, he’s gone.
I would pray that he would come around and want me permanently, the way I wanted him.
I want to sit here with my nothing and be content and quiet, and maybe, one day, I can become someone else,
love that no matter how hard and fast and tough it was, I thought we would survive anything and everything and live to tell the story.”
It’s all too familiar, and this is why I’m doing what I’m doing.
When times got hard, he didn’t love me enough to fight his demons for me. He gave up, each and every time.
This last moment to feel Hardin’s body against mine, to feel his head on my lap, to memorize the black swirls of ink across his arms.
“You had to know that I would always love you. You made me… me, Tessa, and I will never forget that.”
Two lovers, kept apart for months, only to be wonderfully reunited in the big city. Smiles and laughs and plenty of fucking. We’ve all read it before.
“Therapy only works for my anger, not my obsession with having you forever.”
Hardin tried not to look at the girl in the potato-sack skirt waiting to cross the street.
He wants to remind her that whatever their souls are made of, his and hers are the same. Their favorite novel said it best.
Okay is that gray space in the middle where you can wake up each day and carry on with your life, even laugh and smile often, but okay isn’t joy. Okay isn’t looking forward to each second of your day, and okay isn’t getting the most out of life. Being okay is what most people settle for, myself included, and we pretend that okay is fine, when we actually hate it, and we spend the majority of our time waiting to break out of just being okay.
and I am proud of myself for only staring at Tessa ninety-nine percent of the time.
“You won’t know how lucky you are to be able to spend your life with the other half of your soul until you have to spend your life without them.”
I’ve learned the hard way that life doesn’t have to be a battle. Sometimes you’re given a shitty hand from the get-go, and sometimes you fuck up along the way, but there is always hope.
Tessa is somewhat agreeing to marry me. Holy fucking shit.
How can people be expected to choose what they want to do for the rest of their life when they’re just beginning their life?
Seven months later, we had a blond little miracle named Emery.
We had a rule, only one rule in our house: no fighting in front of our kids. My children would never hear me raise my voice to their mum. Ever.
AFTER EVERYTHING, we made it. Whatever the hell our souls are made of, they are the same.
