Alexandra

“I felt unsafe and suddenly that my apartment was not really my home, that it was just another place I was temporarily tarrying, that like everything else in my life, all I was doing here was passing through.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“I want a lifetime of that. I want to be able to talk about my family and they know what I mean without me having to go into the backstory. To just say ‘Tristan’ and they nod and roll their eyes. I want someone who knows all my petty vendettas and they honor them no matter how out of pocket they are.” “So, mustard stuff.” She laughed. Then her smile fell a little. “You can’t fake that kind of thing,” she said, softly. “It’s the result of a parallel life. A shared collection of experiences, like a snowball rolling downhill, getting bigger as it goes. And then you get to a point where you’re so far in, you can never replace that person. Not really. No one else can ever be the same kind of witness because you’ve lived through so much. It really is a once in a lifetime thing.” Her eyes went a little sad. “Can you imagine losing that? One memory at a time?”
― Abby Jimenez, Say You'll Remember Me

“There is nothing more beautiful than being a witness to someone's life. To know them inside and out and be with them through everything, share the same memories. Memories are everything, I want that.”
― Abby Jimenez, Say You'll Remember Me

“The uncertainty of moving forward jostles the sleeping lions of childhood fears: that I am alone, that I am not seen or seen wrongly. That I have made some terrible mistake. That the loneliness will last forever. "I want to go home," I whispered, not sure what that meant.”
― Melissa Febos, Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York