Evidence of the Affair

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

It is funny the crazy things our brains make up to save us from the truth.

Often, I feel overwhelmed by this sinking feeling in my heart that I will never be enough.

Is it corny to say my heart feels like an eternal December with no April in sight?

Sometimes I think mine might turn to stone any minute now, and yet every time I see you I soften, reminded of how you still choose kindness over anger at every step.

I think the plan should be just as you said. We should aim to take him for “all that he is worth.”