Just because someone’s pretty, doesn’t mean she’s decent.
Love is so unpredictable. Sometimes you’ll know a man for years and then one day, boom! Suddenly you see him in a different way. And other times, it’s that first date, that first moment. That’s what makes it so great.
It 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.
She shook her head. “Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone
who doesn’t appreciate and value you. “
“You said the other day life was long,” I shot back. “Which is it?”
“It’s both,” she said, shrugging. “It all depends on how you choose to live it. It’s like forever, always
He wasn’t what I’d thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn’t what I’d thought I was, either.
There were so many places in my time with Rogerson that I wished I could go back to, hitting the stop button at just one moment to stop everything that came after. I had so many If Onlys, but each place I thought to stop meant missing something that came later. I needed it all, in the end, to make my own story find its finish.
I mean, it’s not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It’s, like, part of you for good.
Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn’t easy. You had to want to.
We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.
Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.