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I still think that everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a singular tragic encounter after which everything that really matters will happen. That moment is the catalyst—the first step in the equation. But knowing the first step will get you nowhere—it’s what comes after that determines the result.
Words could betray you if you chose the wrong ones, or mean less if you used too many.
‘Tell me, what is it you plan to do/With your one wild and precious life?’”
She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close to but never really have just for yourself.
the magnificent possibility of kissing Cassidy Thorpe had turned into an indisputable fact of my daily existence, and I could hardly believe my good fortune.
It was as though I’d gone off on epic adventures, chased down fireworks and buried treasure, danced to music that only I could hear, and had returned to find that nothing had changed except for me.
By the time I packed up, I wondered if I’d really been looking for Cassidy after all, or if I’d been hoping to find myself.
there’s a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.
We move through each other’s lives like ghosts, leaving behind haunting memories of people who never existed.
I wondered what things became when you no longer needed them, and I wondered what the future would hold once we’d gotten past our personal tragedies and proven them ultimately survivable.
whispered promises of that last summer, and the profound reluctance I’d discovered for leaving good people behind.
But we had plenty of time for youthful indecision, both apart and together, for limping into the future past the unforgettable ash heaps of our histories.
Oscar Wilde once said that to live is the rarest thing in the world, because most people just exist, and that’s all. I don’t know if he’s right, but I do know that I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.
