One True Loves

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Now that I knew who he was, he was everywhere.

Adults love to tell teenagers that “one day” and “sooner or later” plenty of things are going to happen. They love to say that things happen “before you know it,” and they really love to impart how fast time “flies by.”

as if I was judging her. But I wasn’t. I never did. I was far too worried that everyone else was judging me.

But once he finally started talking again, I realized that he had been caught up in his own head for a moment, deciding how much to say.

I had predicated my life on the idea that I wanted to see everywhere extraordinary, but I’d come to realize that extraordinary is everywhere.

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.

You know it’s not that simple. But it feels like it is.

I liked the pain because the pain was you.

You don’t tie yourself to something unless you’re scared you might float away.

I remind myself that “indefinitely” doesn’t mean forever.

But not saying anything is saying something, isn’t it?