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One. There is not one word for our kind of friendship. Two people who don't see each other a lot,but can make each other effortlessly happy :)
Two. These things let us know how we fit with each other, even if aren't sure how we fit with everybody else.
Three. "Why do you do this?" he asked. even though i wasn't sure what he meant I said, "i don't kow." because that had become my answer to everything.
Four. And there is a time he'll say, "i love you."and there is a time you'll say, "i love you" back.
Five. The answer is to let go. The betrayal is to the past. The cocoon dangles empty. The desire outlasts the object. The effort lingers. The frustration is in how pointless the effort was. The ghost does not make itself transparent. The heart, the ideas are not enough. The jealousy is always there. The killing blow is sometimes the softest. The life you lead can be detoured. The moment you know cannot be taken back. The new you will try to bury the old me. The opportunity has passed. The past is opportune. The questions all grow from why. The reality will always be contended. The sadness will ebb. The trouble is the time it might take. The ugly words cannot be erased, only discredited. The verions are never the same. The wonder is that we make it through. The x is the unknown variable. The yesterday cannot be repeated. The zenith is the point when you look down and realized you're no longer below. -This quote is weird, and doesn't really make sense to me. But i love it, for some reason.
Six. I'm still here, but I'm barely holding on.
Seven. I love writing, I love opinions and quotes and expressions. It's so beautiful to know that you're not alone in this messed up world. It's relieving to know that someone else feels the same way you do.
Eight. I often wonder if life is easier for other people - Or they're just better at faking it.
Nine. "All we are, all we can be, are the stories we tell," he says, and he is talking as if he is talking only to me. "Long after we are gone, our words will be all that is left, and who is to say what really happened or even what reality is? Our stories, our fiction, our words will be as close to truth as can be. And no one can take that away from you."
Ten. Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.
Eleven. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend the rest of his life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight and for three weeks they didn’t talk. When they were fifteen she showed him the scar on her left breast. Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said.
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