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Secondhand books are full of mysteries, which is why I like them.
If they were just words, then stories wouldn’t have been around since before we could write. We wouldn’t have learned to write. If they were just words, people wouldn’t fall in love because of them, feel bad because of them, ache because of them, and stop aching because of them. If
“It’ll just arrive. A feeling of being okay. If you do all the things we’ve talked about, it’ll arrive.”
We lose things, but sometimes they come back. Life doesn’t always happen in the order you want.
Do people have a choice in the direction their lives will go? We cannot choose where and when we are born, by whom or how we are first loved, or with whom we will fall in love—at least, I do not believe so. And we cannot choose who is taken from us, or the way in which they are taken.
Perhaps all things that are worthwhile are terrifying?
