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The only problem with anger is that it burns hot and fast. It doesn’t tend to burn long. Sadness burns long. Grief. Disappointment.
if you’re with someone who doesn’t speak your language, you’ll spend a lifetime having to translate your soul?
But I wouldn’t do that with Briana. I’d leave my comfort zone. I had to. Because that’s where she was. And for her I would go anywhere.
“Well, I still wouldn’t punch you in the face,” I said. “But I would work hard enough so you’d always have everything you need. I’d go hungry so you could eat.”
“The truest sacrifices are the ones no one knows anything about.”
I was buying a sofa for the living room because that day she came over she said you couldn’t Netflix and chill in the recliners. I knew there was less than a one percent chance Briana would ever cuddle with me on a couch—but I wanted to have the couch just in case.
“You and me?” he said gently. “We’re different. We agree to be harmless to each other.”
“We’re all a little broken, Briana. We are a mosaic. We’re made up of all those we’ve met and all the things we’ve been through. There are parts of us that are colorful and dark and jagged and beautiful. And I love every piece of you. Even the ones you wish didn’t exist.”
He let me look into his soul. And the only thing in there was us.
“I’m afraid I’m just drugged and none of this is really happening.” “It’s really happening, Jacob.” I closed my eyes. “How do I know?” “Because love shows up. And here I am.”
