The Infinite Pieces of Us

by Rebekah Crane

Complex Math Problem: How do you solve the messes you can’t see? In other words—Is fitting in just covering up who you really are in hopes that people don’t notice?

trust is handing over a piece of your heart to someone and believing they’ll hold it as delicately as you do.

“Perfection is overrated,” Color says. “What’s the fun in that? It’s our holes that make us interesting.”

I think simply being there is the most loving thing a person can do.

“Truth—the universe is always speaking, but people are too consumed with their own voices to hear her.”

“Faith and bullshit wear the same clothes. It’s impossible to know which is which.”

Love is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

That’s the plight of women—no matter how miraculous we are, we still have to live in a world governed by men’s standards.

Love is like water. Sometimes it’s as solid as a kiss. Sometimes it’s as changing as the Rio Grande. And sometimes it’s as invisible as the steam that disappears from a cup of coffee.

“Pain is inevitable in life,” Color says. “The point isn’t to avoid it. The point is to surround yourself with people who catch you when you fall. We’re your trampoline, Esther.”