It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldnโt obsessively reread what youโd written after youโd sent it. You couldnโt attempt to un-send it. Once youโd sent it it was gone. It was an object that no longer belonged to you but belonged to your recipient to do with what he would. You tended to remember the feeling of what youโd said more than the words. You gave to object away and left yourself with the memory. That was what it was to give.
Ann BrasharesBut I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.
Ann BrasharesShe was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.
Ann BrasharesWhy does he have to be my boyfriend? Are you inferior if you don't have a boyfriend? Why does everybody have to be in love with somebody?
Ann Brashares