Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you.
like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.
Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.
This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.
It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red means run.
Over the past week, I’ve accepted that I will never love Julian as much as I loved Alex. But now that idea is overwhelming, like a wall between us. I will never love Julian like I love Alex.