Again Again

by E. Lockhart

She wanted to see all his scars, see all of him, and she felt suddenly, intensely certain that he was a safe person to show her own scars to.

maybe our encounter was in another

possible world. That is, in one of the countless other versions of this universe, the worlds running parallel to this one, we are already in love.

Human beings were capable of creating beauty and strangeness far beyond what nature offered.

“People befriend me because they think I’m happy. I’m not even sure why they think I’m happy, but they do. I get distracted, and I laugh, and I turn something on in myself that makes me, maybe, fun to be with. And I’m just— I want you to know up front that I’m false advertising.

Think of your happy memories. Know they are still in you. They are part of you. And maybe even they ARE you.