It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.
Sarah DessenNeeding was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete-like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding the right key.
Sarah DessenOnce, this had been the life Iโd wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldnโt believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, Iโd never known anything else.
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