Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?
She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.
How is it that a person could be so relieved and so disappointed, both at the same time.
She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.
She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.
She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.
Those were the people who made her something, and without them she was different. She'd held on to them and to that old self tenaciously, though. She clung to it, celebrated it, worshipped it even, instead of constructing a new grown-up life for herself. For years she'd been eating the cold crumbs left over from a great feast, living on them as though they could last her forever.
She wondered again about her inclination to wish for things that made her so deeply unhappy.
Her vision of the world under the water represented a beautiful stillness, a version of heaven. It was the lost city of Lena, her alternate universe, the life she yearned for but didn't get to have.
How terrible would it be to just wait there pathetically alone for him never to show up?" Eudoxia's expression grew more serious. "That's what you're doing anyway, my dear.
It was like a dream you might have after death in which lost people came back to life, your friends loved you again no matter what you had done, and your failures were unaccountably forgiven.
You should find him because he loves you.
He just wanted to look at her and know her life was marching along under the same arch of time and space as he is.
You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.
This body is breaking down, but I am not.
Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.
She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.
She'd loved him as much as he'd let her. More than he'd let her.
I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.
He could lose himself in her forever, he thought.
I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.
At the worst possible moment, the most painful, darkest moment when you can't take it anymore and you are afraid, that is when a feeling of peace and comfort will come over you, and it's like nothing you've ever felt.
She wanted him to notice her so much.
Someday when you're twenty, maybe, I'll see you again. You'll be this hot soccer star at some great school, with a million guys more interesting than I am chasing you down. And you know what? I'll see you and I'll pray you want me still.
Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile
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