It was an act of devotion. A little like writing or loving someone โ it doesnโt always feel worthwhile, but not giving up somehow creates unexpected meaning over time.
Miranda JulyIf you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have?
Miranda JulyI moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, Itโs not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.
Miranda Julyโฆ it wasnโt pretend, I wasnโt in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. Itโs the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.
Miranda July