One True Loves

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

That’s how easy it is to tell yourself it’s too late for something. I started doing it at the age of fourteen.

Hollow and empty are terrible ways to feel when you’re used to being full of joy. But it’s not so bad when you’re used to feeling full of pain. Hollow feels okay. Empty feels like a beginning. Which is nice, because for so long you have felt like you were at the end.

It breaks my heart to be loved like this, to be loved so purely that I’m capable of breaking a heart. It is not something I take lightly. In fact, I think it might be the most important thing in the world.

They say that when you remember something, you are really remembering the last time you remembered it. Each time you recollect a memory, you change it, ever so slightly, shading it with new information, new feelings.