We had come here to have a break from thoughts and the hard work that came with the constant interaction with idiots. Or at least people we considered idiots because they were not mind readers and we had to, patiently, use polite words to explain things that we were thinking when really inside we were fighting the urge to take their heads in our hands and softly and repeatedly thud their foreheads off the wall.
Cecelia Ahernthe important thing is not what we (look) like,but the role we play in our best friend's life.
Cecelia AhernShe 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 AhernThe first day of the rest of my life, and Iโm not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really donโt feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadnโt bothered.
Cecelia AhernBut even in her laughter there was something missing. She never seemed to be truly happy; she just seemed to be passing time while she waited for something else. She was tired of just existing; she wanted to live.
Cecelia AhernDeep down, underneath all his layers of stupidity, heโs a really good man. He may act out far too many selfish thoughts, says all the wrong things at all the wrong times, but behind closed doors heโs a best friend. I understand that he has idiotic tendencies and I can still love him for it. He may not be someone that you feel comfortable sitting next to at a dinner party but for me, heโs someone that I feel comfortable sharing my life with.
Cecelia AhernHolly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way again.
Cecelia Ahern