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“But the worst part is that my mom can’t stop loving him. No matter how much he makes her cry, she keeps coming back for more. I just…I don’t know how one person has that many tears.”
One life is all we have and we live it as we believe in living it. But to sacrifice what you are and to live without belief, that is a fate more terrible than dying.
When an afternoon of casual fucking was the difference between living your dream or delivering pizzas to make ends meet, you did what you had to do.
She was just a pretty girl, and there is no shortage of pretty girls anywhere in this fucked-up world.” So why the hell can’t I forget about this one?
Some part of me wanted to run away, and another, stronger part, wanted to move toward him so we’d come together sooner. This was…This was impossible.
“You weren’t nobody to me. To me you were everything.”
“Fate seems to have her own plans with the two of you, and who am I to mess with fate?”
Something about her drowned out the self-contempt. Whereas awards, accolades, even a million screaming fans couldn’t convince me I had talent, Jessie’s sincere smile made me feel as if I could do anything. As long as she believed, I could as well.
She looked alarmingly awful. So why the hell did I want to kiss her so badly?
What would happen if I simply let my body and heart lead the way, without overthinking, without letting fear guide me? Not because I wasn’t scared of the consequences, but because life was short and moments were small windows of opportunity that might never, ever come again.
Yes, we were headed to the City of Light, and all I felt inside was darkness.
Sometimes the beginning of love is just a simple matter of proximity.
I left him there to fight his battle…or not. Because I understood now. Some battles could only be fought alone.
I knew from experience that people didn’t change because they were begged to do so. People changed only when they made the choice to change on their own.
And even sadder was that while I still loved Callen, I couldn’t be part of his life anymore without driving a stake through my heart every day.
It was like every good and beautiful thing in the world came together all at once and you’d found a way to express it in one single song.
My father’s words no longer had the power to wound me. They had been replaced with words of truth and courage. But I also knew now that life was more than words. It was laughter and love, faith and joy. And mostly, it was the deep peace that came from living life fiercely and without regret.
