He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.
I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.
I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.
Closure. I loathe that word.
I needed to hate someone and you’re the one I love the most, so it fell on you.
He gives me a little shrug, like, of course, why else? And at this point, I really have no right to be surprised by people's capacity for kindness and generosity, but still, I am. I'm floored every time.