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He’s a golden boy. I’m a girl whose life has been drawn in shades of gray.
Things change, but we stretch and grow and make room for one another.
What was school if not a chance to earn your worth? To prove, again and again, that you were measurably good.
One more deal I struck with a disinterested universe: If I’m good enough, I’ll be happy.
“Love means constantly saying you’re sorry, and then doing better.”
“I never learned how to fight.”
But especially not with the people I love. In fact, I specifically only know how to avoid fights. Or, usually I do.”
“She ran because she’s scared that, in the end, she won’t be worth chasing.”
Like even when something beautiful breaks, the making of it still matters.
even that pain is a kind of pleasure, to feel so loved, to love so deeply.
don’t want to live my life like it’s a triathlon and all that matters is getting to some imaginary ribbon.
I understood, then, the immense honor it is to hurt like she does.
The thought breaks my heart a little for my parents. For my dad, who worked nearly every Monday through nearly every Friday at a job he didn’t like enough to ever talk about, and I understand that something was stolen from him and he accepted it. Because we needed him to, or because he believed we did. And for my mom, who left behind one home to follow him and never quite found another.
