You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

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.

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

How can you miss someone who’s right beside you?

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.