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The best friends of our childhoods are the loves of our lives, and they break our hearts in worse ways.
Tiny collisions, every day, all the time.
Two drowning people with lead weights around their ankles may not be each other’s salvation; if they hold hands, they’ll just sink twice as fast. In the end the weight of carrying each other’s broken hearts becomes unbearable.
The way they can’t bring themselves to show each other just how badly they were broken by it.
It’s like I was the one who died but you’re the ones who were buried
Because they aren’t the kind of people who get happy endings.
Our spontaneous reactions are rarely our proudest moments. It’s said that a person’s first thought is the most honest, but that often isn’t true. It’s often just the most stupid. Why else would we have afterthoughts?
A tiny, almost invisible crack. Where all the darkness gets out.
“I don’t think you have any obligation to tell everyone who you want to have sex with, Benjamin. I don’t think I have, either.”
If they had lived their whole lives with each other, they would have become something remarkable together.
