Little Secrets

by Jennifer Hillier

Hope lasts only so long, can carry you only so far. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes it’s all you have. It keeps you going when there’s nothing else to hold on to. But hope can also be terrible. It keeps you wanting, waiting, wishing for something that might never happen.

sometimes someone else’s pain is the only thing that makes yours better.

sometimes unanswered questions were easier to live with than the truth.

Who would have thought that who you love and who you feel safe with might not be the same person?

He’s nice, and there’s a difference. You can be nice to someone and still cheat. You can be nice and do shitty things. You can still be nice and ruin someone’s life. He’s nice, Mar, but he’s not good. I hope one day you’ll understand the difference.”

“Maybe I haven’t loved you the way you deserve to be loved, but I love you the best way I know how. I’ve always loved you, and I will always love you.”

“I want to be with you,” she blurted, and as soon as the words were out, she felt terrible. She’d worked hard at putting him behind her, and now here he was, and all the feelings were back. She didn’t know what to do with them; it was all so confusing.

“You are with me.” He stubbed out the joint, cupped her chin, and turned her face toward his. “That’s the part you don’t get. When I’m here, I’m here.” “And when you’re not, you’re not.”

You said hurt people … hurt people.”

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end