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She didn’t admit how lonely it was to be appreciated for what you did for someone rather than who you were.
She’d never been loved like that before: like a wish that had finally come true.
Behind every beautiful woman, there’s a guy dumb enough to think no one else wants to fuck her.
You didn’t fall for pieces of someone and gamble on the rest. Love should be sure. Some enlightened knowing.
He thought homes should have clutter and dust. Lived in, not maintained like a museum.
Love wasn’t a free fall, it was surrender.
Not throwing a man’s mistakes in his face whenever you get the chance.”
She’d forgotten this part of falling in love with someone, how hard it was to watch them hurt in ways you couldn’t heal.
Rachel’s dad used to say that instincts were your heart trying to be heard over your head.
People who love you think they want to know everything about you. Like the unseen parts are wrapped gifts they’re eager to open. But Rachel knew it was more like reading someone’s diary or going through their internet search history. Once you know, you can’t unknow.
Mistakes aren’t debts we owe to other people.
Love would be so much easier if it were perfect, if it came to you at just the right time from exactly the right person. But love was rushing to capture dawn with brushstrokes. It was an untouched photograph slightly overexposed and gorgeously flawed in all the ways that made it real.
being in love is selfish. It’s all about how good you feel, and what you want. Giving love is selfless.
What matters is whether that person needs to hear them.”
How many ways can you break my heart before I stop giving it to you?”
But now she knew what betrayal looked like. It came from the place you least expected and fed on insecurity like a parasite.
Beto used to say that memories couldn’t be trusted. Every recall distorted the truth like a filter.
hurt people spread their pain around so they wouldn’t suffer alone.
Hating someone you love only makes you smaller. Those feelings take up so much room.”
Rachel seemed to get that being okay was impossible and that what he needed was for each day to hurt less.
“You’re so alienated from who you really are that being in your body is like living with a stranger.”
