It’s sad to realise finally that we won’t ever reconnect now. He’s moved away from me and the gap is too wide to breach. It hurts but he isn’t the first to let go of me and I’m sure he won’t be the last.
“I was like a cuckoo. They never really have their own homes, do they? They’re left in someone else’s nest. I remember reading about them in primary school and thinking, ‘That's me. I’m a cuckoo, and there is nowhere that is really my home.’”
“I honestly think that books have saved me. They’re my escape route. Any problems I have—an hour in a book makes them seem not so bad. They’re like visiting other worlds.” I
I would love to see you happy and fulfilled with the realisation that love isn’t always chaos, and if it is, then it’s the best sort of chaos that always brings brilliant things into your life.
