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“It doesn’t make sense to you. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make sense,”
What a strange vortex the years suddenly seemed. The jump from ten to twenty-five was a lifetime. The leap from twenty-five to forty was but a long weekend.
It was exhausting being responsible for someone else’s happiness.
He peeled her hands from his clothes, caught between his extreme annoyance and his terrifying adoration.
“The truth is, the harder we are, the easier we shatter. It takes some softness to absorb life’s blows.”
Love confessed and then denied was not a gift.
