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“Thank you for loving him, for showing him how to love others. His heart has helped me in more ways than I’m capable of understanding. I think the kindness everyone always speaks about you having rubbed off on him, probably without him even noticing.”

“I look at her, knowing how much it took out of her to tell me her past. To share those parts of her with me. This is why she’s dangerous for me, not ’cause she’s got a bad track record with men but because I want to talk.
I want to take the leap of faith, to see if she’ll return the favor of belief. I’m so fucking tired of carrying this on my shoulders alone”

“No one cares like Silas Hawthorne. We all have a curse, Coraline. That’s his

It’s not like I want to be this way. Guarded and mistrusting. But it’s hard when person after person lets you down. I want to believe their intentions are good, but I can’t help but feel suspicious

“It’s what helped me mourn Rosemary, what will help me mourn my father when he passes. Learning to love the memory, who they were on this Earth instead of focusing on them not being here. 
Grief is not an uphill battle. 
It’s a process that has dips and turns, not just up”

This is the problem with being silent—everyone assumes your feelings. They build your narrative without facts and spit it out at you like it’s truth, using context clues and bullshit to spin a web so they can understand you.

“How do I say I want to know everything about you more than everything? What you’ll be and where you’ve been. I want to know what it feels like to touch you, really fucking touch you.
How do I tell him that I want that but can’t have it?
That it would kill him if I took what I wanted.”

“Ask me.”
“What?” I whisper, taking another deep breath as I open my eyes, even though I can’t see him.
“Whatever you need to know, ask me.” His voice is steady. “Ask me. Let me talk to you. Make me more than a voice.”

As I read, tears burn the corners of my eyes, and it leaves me wondering.
Is anyone truly who they pretend to be?

With pain comes remembrance. The throb and ache of loss is a constant reminder of the person who no longer exists. When you hurt, you remember everything so clearly because the pain forces you to.