She was tired of hugging pillows, counting on blankets for warmth, and reliving romantic moments only in her dreams. She was tired of hoping that every day would hurry so she could get on to the next. Hoping that it would be a better day, an easier day. But it never was. Worked, paid the bills, and went to bed but never slept. Each morning the weight on her shoulders got heavier and heavier and each morning she wished for night to fall quickly so she could return to her bed to hug her pillows and wrap herself in the warmth of her blankets.
Cecelia AhernI canโt even think about what life โcould have beenโ like in Boston, without crying. Itโs like deja-vu, I donโt think me and Boston were ever meant to be.
Cecelia AhernItโs hard for everyone isnโt it? Anyone who says itโs easy is a liar. Thereโs this huge divide between me and Alex right now because I feel like weโre living in such different worlds, I donโt know what to talk about with him anymore. And we used to be able to talk all night. He phones once a week and I listen to what heโs been up to during the week and try to bite my tongue every time I go into another Katie story. Truth is I have nothing other to talk about but her and I know it bores people. I think I used to be interesting once upon a time.
Cecelia AhernThis house isn't mine anymore, but the memories are; the memories can't be sold. The building that housed my once-upon-a-time dreams stands for someone else now, as it did for the people before us, and I feel happy to let it go. Happy that I can begin again, anew, though bearing the scars of before. They represent wounds that have healed.
Cecelia AhernI write human stories. I write about people. Not as a product of their environment. But from the stance that everybody is made of the same thing.
Cecelia AhernSometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes.Sometimes, people can discover you, even though they've been looking at you the entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we're not paying enough attention.
Cecelia AhernThere's no limit to what you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales, and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to settle for a little bit less.
Cecelia Ahern