Little Secrets

by Jennifer Hillier

And that’s what life is these days, isn’t it? A series of slips and catches, mistakes and remorse, a constant juggling act of pretending to feel okay when all she wants to do is fall apart. One day, all those balls will drop, and they won’t just break. They’ll shatter.

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. It’s like a glass wall between where you are and where you want to be. You can see the life you want, but you can’t have it. You’re a fish in a bowl.

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

Love is unpredictable, and love hurts. Trust is reliable, dependable, and solid.

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

It’s confusing how love and hate can exist at the same time, intertwined and tangled and messy and confusing, even after a person is dead.