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You were young. You didn’t know how to do things in halves. You either loved her or you didn’t, and when you did… God. No one could stop you. And when you didn’t… You couldn’t stop yourself.  You were young. Her hair fell like strings of silk between your fingers. Sometimes she laughed too loudly, like she was trying to force the happiness out from between her teeth. Still, she loved you back, she really did.  You were young. You didn’t know the meaning of ‘permanent’. You lived every day with a pen in your mouth, taking whatever you could get. When things ended you cried every night for three months. For a year all you could see when you closed your eyes was her leaving; all you could hear was her saying, “I won’t forget you. I swear, I swear, I won’t forget.”

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.

We may be happy enough with little if little is what we have come to expect, and we may feel miserable with much when we have been taught to desire everything.

I have never had clarity; what I have always had is trust.

He licked his lips. “Well, if you want my opinion–” “I don’t,” she said. “I have my own.”

This is the most simple and basic component of life: our struggles determine our successes. So choose your struggles wisely, my friend.

I used to sit there / pulling arrows out of my heart.