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“You saved me, you know that?" she said as she let her fingers glide over his. His skin was warm and soft, his grip loose and unthreatening as he lifted his fingers to accommodate hers.
But he was shaking his head. "No, I didn't," he said without once taking his eyes off the road. "You saved yourself. You made a choice, and stopped waiting for life to make it for you." She felt his fingers tighten against hers. "I understand now, that's the only way things ever change.”
― Hidden Treasures
But he was shaking his head. "No, I didn't," he said without once taking his eyes off the road. "You saved yourself. You made a choice, and stopped waiting for life to make it for you." She felt his fingers tighten against hers. "I understand now, that's the only way things ever change.”
― Hidden Treasures
“And this reminds me that there is only one thing of which I can be sure when it comes to my sister: she is the one person who never tired of trying to find me.
At first I made it easy for her. A simple change to my phone number, a new address in the same town. Being alone was hard, and despite what happened to make me run from her at the age of eighteen, to know she was searching for me felt good. So I started to test her by raising the stakes with false trails and dead ends, forcing her to prove her resolve more and more each time. The knowledge that she was searching for me was narcotic, and I was addicted. Oh, to be wanted. What a joy it is. Yet the only thing worse than her absence was her presence.”
― If You Knew My Sister
At first I made it easy for her. A simple change to my phone number, a new address in the same town. Being alone was hard, and despite what happened to make me run from her at the age of eighteen, to know she was searching for me felt good. So I started to test her by raising the stakes with false trails and dead ends, forcing her to prove her resolve more and more each time. The knowledge that she was searching for me was narcotic, and I was addicted. Oh, to be wanted. What a joy it is. Yet the only thing worse than her absence was her presence.”
― If You Knew My Sister
