cass elaine

“God, God, what do I do / after all this survival?”

"There are a lot of people who read me, but understand me differently." she stared at him, her eyes sad but she's smiling. She looked far ahead, then she continued, "And I couldn't make all of them see me, the way I always wanted to be. But...you see, I already made myself believe, that's totally fine. I guess, that's just real life." there's a long second of silence before she finally uttered, "I thought that maybe, even though I couldn't accept it, it's perfectly okay to know that including you, I'm just not everyone's favorite kind of book."

"He would've been the best thing that has ever happened to me." she said. "But he made me realized that I haven't yet lived half of my life since the last time I saw him."

I could not bring myself to think that you were bad. Even though you had done bad things. How could I think that I had loved something bad? What did that say about me?

“I typically arrive three years too late. I wish I had been able to sit in that white, aromatic kitchen and look you in the face but I was not ready. I was still on my way.”

“it’s okay to be afraid of what this next chapter may bring. it’s okay to be unsure of which direction the waves are currently taking you. it’s okay to be sad about the versions of yourself that you are leaving behind. the shift from your comfort zone will always be uncomfortable.”