Sea Glass Secrets Quotes

“I always believed I was a bad friend. I couldn’t nourish friendships. I couldn’t give my all to others. I couldn’t live up to their expectations. It ended up in a falling out. A fight. A break. Followed by distance. Stares. Glares. I learned that I didn’t need to spend my energy nourishing friendships that didn’t nourish me back. I learned that I didn’t need to give my all to others that didn’t give their all to me back. I learned that I didn’t need to live up to their expectations when they didn’t live up to mine. I slowly became my own best friend. It took becoming my own best friend for me to realize that I am a good friend. It just took the right person to make me believe that.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“Memories made by a person whose soul is no longer with me collect dust in my mind.

They have become distorted.
They have become buried.

They have become forgotten.

I listen to the sound of your voice in a video, just to remember its tune.

I stare at a picture of you,
just to remember the shape of your smile.

I tell stories of you,
just to remember the way you made me feel.

I listen.
I stare.
I tell.

But I forget.

When the stars took you,
they took my memories too.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“You are not what happened to you. You are so much more than that. You are a multitude of stories and journeys that have shaped you to be you. But they have done just that. And only that. Shaped you. They are not you. You are more than what happened to you.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“I resented the world for continuing
to exist without you.

I resented the world for forcing me
to exist without you.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“In another universe,
it would have been me instead of you.

In this universe,
I would have chosen me instead of you.

I wish it was me.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“When I walked out of the hospital the day you died, I believe I never truly left.

The person I was when I walked in,
and the person I was when I walked out,
are now different.

One was filled with hope,
one was filled with grief.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“The words from your diagnosis rang in my ears.
The picture on the scan pulled at my heart.

The words were muffled by the sound of my heart.
The picture was silenced by the sound of my heart.

Not from the sound of it racing.
Not from the sound of it beating.

From the sound of my heartstrings breaking.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“The first memory I ever have is of boxes.

Boxes littering the dark, narrow hallway once filled with light.

Boxes stacked higher than I am in a room that echoes the distant memory of laughter.

Boxes stealing memories from each room it resides in, locking them up forever.

My life belonged in boxes.

Peculiar men with ironed uniforms walk in and out of my room with my memories in their hands.

Memories my father and I made.
Memories my mother and father made.
Memories my brother and I made.
Memories that no longer belong in this house.

I wonder if the next family will care for my mother's hydrangeas that she planted in the front yard on my third birthday.

I wonder if the next family will coat the pink walls of my bedroom with a different colour.

I wonder if the next family will consist of a mother and father who love each other.

I wonder, where I'm going.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“Sea glass graces the shore, carrying with it secrets from the waves visible within its transformation.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“I haven’t seen the friends I said I would love forever, in forever. We crossed the stage. We danced our last dance. We cried in each other’s arms. And then we dispersed into the crowd. The text messages went cold. The daily updates became yearly. The constant check-ins became inconstant. The crowd became thick. Thick with new stages. Thick with new dances. Thick with new arms.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets

“From paragraphs to sentences. The texts went dry. From sleepovers to silence. The void only grew. We spent every waking moment together. Laughing. Crying. Sharing secrets. Your mother said I was her second child. I felt at home when I walked into your home. Until it shifted. We no longer laughed. We no longer cried. We no longer shared secrets. You no longer knew me. I stopped being the first to reach out. I figured that was what you wanted. Less of me. When I stopped reaching out, I got less of you. Less and less, until there was none. A friendship ended with distance. Our friendship ended with distance.”
― Julia Reesor, Sea Glass Secrets