Really? Screaming?โ He shrugged. โIt wasnโt that bad. But there were definitely some freak-outs on both sides. Though, to be honest, the silence was worse.โ โWorse than screaming?โ I said. โMuch,โ he said, nodding. โI mean, at least with an argument, you know whatโs happening. Or have some idea. Silence isโฆ it could be anything. Itโs just โโ โSo freaking loud,โ I finished for him. He pointed at me. โExactly.
Sarah DessenI've found in my own life that if my writing isn't going well, not much else will. It is the one constant, the key to everything else.
Sarah DessenIt was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.
Sarah DessenNo one could tell you: you just had to go through it on your own. If you were lucky, you came out on the other side and understood. If you didn't, you kept getting thrust back, retracing those steps, until you finally got it right.
Sarah DessenThe truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.
Sarah DessenAfter all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.
Sarah Dessen