We Are Okay

by Nina LaCour

There are many ways of being alone.

We can search for the truth, we can convince ourselves of whatever we want to believe, but we’ll never actually know.

What she had was so beautiful. How could she add something to it without taking something away?

I have only just learned how to be here. Life is paper-thin and fragile. Any sudden change could rip it wide-open.

Every word she spoke was a dagger.

If our past selves got a glimpse of us now, what would they make of us?

I wish her more happiness than can fit in a person. I wish her the kind of happiness that spills over.

Because if we have any sense of self-preservation, we do the best with what we’re given.

“These are all things that change a person. If we endure them and we aren’t changed, then something is wrong.