I understand that you can never have the whole picture; inevitably, thereโs stuff you donโt know, canโt know. But when it comes to Cameron I always want more than I have, would like to be able to take hold of at least one or two more pieces, if only because Iโm convinced there are parts of myself inside them.
Sara Zarrand i don't just mean that they change you. a lot of people can change you - the first kid who called you a name, the first teacher who said you were smart, the first person who crowned you best friend. it's the change you remember, the firsts and what they meant, not really the people......i'm talking about the ones who, for whatever reason, are as much a part of you has your own soul. their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business.
Sara ZarrThe one thing that could never die or be buried was my loyalty to Cameron for everything heโd done for me and what weโd been through together, even if that loyalty was a ghost.
Sara ZarrCan it really be love if we don't talk that much, don't see each other? Isn't love something that happens between people who spend time together and know each other's faults and take care of each other?...In the end, I decide that the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love.
Sara ZarrThe world was full of beauty. She wanted to grab hold of it and take it down into her bones. Yet always it seemed beyond her grasp. Sometimes only by a little, like now. The thinnest membrane. Usually, though, by miles. She couldnโt expect to be that kind of happy all the time. She knew that. But sometimes you could. Sometimes you should be allowed a tiny bit of joy that should stay with you for more than five minutes. That wasnโt too much to ask. To have a moment like this, and be able to hold on to it. To cross that membrane, and feel alive.
Sara ZarrIt's not words, so much, just my mind going blank and thoughts reaching up up up, me wishing I could climb through the ceiling and over the stars until I can find God, really see God, and know once and for all that everything I've believed my whole life is true, and real. Or, not even everything. Not even half. Just the part about someone or something bigger than us who doesn't lose track. I want to believe the stories, that there really is someone who would search the whole mountainside just to find that one lost thing that he loves, and bring it home.
Sara Zarr