To think, after all this time, after all the searching and all the waiting, after all the regret and the time she'd spent away, she came back to find that happiness was right where she's left it. On a football field in Mullaby, North Carolina. Waiting for her.
But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.
He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.
She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.
Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.
Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.
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.
Not every man was sorry when he hurt a woman.
Life is about experience... You can't hold on to everything
When you know something’s wrong, but you don’t know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.
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.
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.
There was an art to the male posterior. That's all there was to it.
Men. You can't live with them, you can't shoot them.
Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already.
I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?
He'd always been fascinated by her, drawn to her the way curious people are always drawn to things they don't understand.
Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?
For stubborn souls like Lisette, death was easier than the courage it took to actually change your life.
First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.
Children always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.
The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.
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.
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