Because maybe, the best of times were yet to come. You never knew.
And she was good to me: strong, fun, and fiercely loyal. And if I didn’t have many other friends because of her-most girls were intimidated by her looks, or thought she was too pushy, or just flat-out feared for their boyfriends-it never bothered me. I never missed having a wide, thick circle of girlfriends: Rina was more than enough. We were comfortable with each other’s flaws and weaknesses, so we stuck together and kept to ourselves.
He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me.
I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t tell anyone. As long as I didn’t say it aloud, it wasn’t real.
You only really fall apart in front of the people you know can piece you back together.
I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I’d ever known.
Oh, God,” I said.
“No, it’s Dexter,” he replied, offering me his hand, which I ignored.
He glanced behind him, then back at me. “I’ll see you soon,” he said, and grinned at
“Like hell,” I replied,
For most of us, once something was busted, it was game over. I would have loved to know how it felt, just once, to have something fall apart and see options instead of endings.
Here was a boy who liked flaws, who saw them not as failings but as strengths. Who knew such a person could exist, or what would have happened if we’d found each other under different circumstances? Maybe in a perfect world. But not in this one.
I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.