He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.
She'd assumed she'd be married and have kids by this age, that she would be grooming her own daughter for this, as her friends were doing. She wanted it so much she would dream about it sometimes, and then she would wake up with the skin at her wrists and neck red from the scratchy lace of the wedding gown she'd dreamed of wearing. But she'd never felt anything for the men she'd dated, nothing beyond her own desperation. And her desire to marry wasn't strong enough, would never be strong enough, to allow her to marry a man she didn't love.
She'd fallen into the best part of her past.
He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.
I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.
He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.
I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn't home that I started to believe it," she said carefully. "Belonging has always been tough for me." I can be your home," he said quietly. "Belong to me.
Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.
My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.
The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.
When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief.
Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.
Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.
She sometimes thought she was going crazy. Her first thought when she woke up was always how to get him out of her thoughts. And she would keep watch, hoping to see him next door, while plotting ways to never have to see him again.
First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.
Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.
For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.
Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?
...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.
Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.
You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.
She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.
Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything
You're dying with the way things are," Della Lee said harshly, causing Josey to lower the handful of popcorn she was about to put in her mouth. "You're going to lose yourself in this, Josey. It's going to happen if you don't change. I know. I lost myself trying to find happiness in things that didn't love me back.
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