Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

Love is love.

That was the thing about violence. When you went looking for it you definitely were going to find it.

You can’t change what happened but you can control what happens next.”

“Nobody ever knows the last time is gonna be the last time until it’s too late.

“I think maybe for the first time in your life you’re seeing what the world looks like for people that don’t look like you. I mean you still ignorant as hell, but you learning. But then, so am I. We both learning.

I think if you figure out at one point in your life you was a terrible person, you can start getting better. Start treating people better. Like as long as you wouldn’t laugh at that joke now, I think you on the right road.

That it don’t fucking matter who he wanted to wake up next to as long as he was waking up,” Buddy Lee said.

“You love a person enough and you’ll make excuses for almost anything.

“Love is a kind of crazy,”

Most of it is just being respectful of people and accepting them for who they are,”

But if all this has taught me one thing, it’s that it ain’t about me and what I get. It’s about letting people be who they are. And being who you are shouldn’t be a goddamn death sentence,” Ike said.

“I wish we had met at the wedding. I wish both of us had been there.”

“You know how you used to say love was love? I didn’t get it. I didn’t want to get it, I guess. But I understand now. And I’m so goddamn sorry it took all of this, but I really do get it now. A good father, a good man, loves the people that love his children. I wasn’t a good father. I’m not a good man. But I’m gonna try to be a good grandfather,” Ike said. He rose to his feet.