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“What is the slope of the line?” he asked. I looked at him in silence. “It’s positive,” he said with forced optimism, angling his arm upward to show a slope. “And what does positive mean?” Another blank look. “It means we make progress every day.”
“The brain is a monstrous, beautiful mess.”
No matter how damaged I had been, he had loved me enough to still see me somewhere inside.
“To move forward, you have to leave the past behind.”
Sometimes, just when we need them, life wraps metaphors up in little bows for us. When you think all is lost, the things you need the most return unexpectedly.
