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"She was a complicated equation that didn't need to be solved."

She was fashionable. But not a sorority girl. She was a genius on paper. But not a team player. She was quick to loathe others. But not against loving. She was a complicated equation that didn't need to be solved.

When I look in the mirror, I’m still gangly Lily, a girl who could be mistaken for a fifteen-year-old, no matter how much time passes. Inside, though, I feel older. Stronger. Maybe even a tad bit wiser.
 It’s the insides that count the most. 
Not sexually being inside, just inside, inside. I scrunch my nose at my thoughts.

“I spread wildfires everywhere I go. It’s a symptomatic quality of being me.”

“The fear of losing each other is always stronger than the pain we cause.”

I thought she was fucking fascinating.

Three years later and drowning in lies, we’re suddenly prepared to lose everything for the chance at something real.