His reply offers infinite solace in a single word. Always.
I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.
I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.
He was the heat of a fire and the sweetness of the moon I'd only just met.
I always have someplace else I’d rather be, even if I don’t know where that is, yet.
It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.