It Is What It Is

And I’ll forgive you for acting selfishly because you had a moment of weakness. I suppose in the scheme of things, you’re not the highest person on the list of people who’ve hurt me…. but the thing is - I didn’t want you on that list. Not you. Anyone but you.

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life — where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.

Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away.