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“How lucky I am to love
someone so much

and to know I can give so
much to one person.

A man who deserves
to be told “I love you,” as
many times a day as it
crosses my mind.”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems

“I love you, darling,” were the last words you said to me. And although I don’t have a recording of it, and although I forgot to save your voicemails, I will never forget the sound of your voice.”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems

“People wish for me to be this trailblazing girl. The one who has marked out a path for others to follow on how to be happy, how to fight when your limbs feel broken. Sometimes I feel like a fraud. But then again, I never said I was happy. I’ve never advertised a cure. I’ve only told the world what I feel, not how to overcome. It feels fraudulent to be given a pat on the back for simply telling the truth.”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems

“We waste so much time waiting for things to get better. We pay little attention to the hours winding down. The hours we’ll want more of in the end … hours that we wish we hadn’t taken for granted. The idea of complacency has always terrified me. I’ve always been impatient. In middle school, I wanted more friends. I wanted to be better liked and by more people. I wanted to be less anxious and more social. I wanted to be like my best friend. You could pick her face out of a crowd, she always seemed to be shining. I wanted to move away. I wanted to be on my own. Looking back, it seems like I spent the entirety of my teenage years in waiting. There was always something more that I wanted. And it was always out of reach. I felt out of control in my own life. My anxiety steered me in whatever direction it wanted, regardless of how miserable I was and how often I prayed for it to get better. But it did, eventually When I took my life into my own hands and steered it towards my future. Not to say I didn’t crash-land at times, but that only pushed me to fight harder and never settle for anything less than what I wanted.”
― Lili Reinhart, Swimming Lessons: Poems