The 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 Zarrthe mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.
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 ZarrI 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 Zarr