One open, one closed. It was no wonder that the first image that came to mind when I thought of either of my sisters was a door. With Kirsten, it was the front one to our house, through which she was always coming in or out, usually in mid-sentence, a gaggle of friends trailing behind her. Whitney’s was the one to her bedroom, which she preferred to keep shut between her and the rest of us, always.

I don't think anyone would think that an ellipsis represents doubt or anything. I think it's more, you know, hinting at the future. What lies ahead.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

But I think, personally, that it would be worse to have been alone all that time. Sure, maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might no be forever?

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.