A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.
I had more to say,
She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.
Mel rolled her eyes. “You can’t live your life based on ‘what-ifs,’ Liv. And change is inevitable. It’s the one thing you can always count on. Stop worrying about what might or not happen and follow your heart. How can you expect to ever be happy if you don’t?
She personified her name in everything she did. Even when we would row, her words were deftly chosen and spoken rather like an intricate dance. And I so loved to dance with her.
When you’ve tired of me,
Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian’s mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.
It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.
I was free, free from all the distress and angst i felt before. Her red string of fate was tied to someone else and my thread was broken.
Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.