| | They say there are moments that open your life like a walnut cracked, that change your point of view so that you never look at things the same way again.
He had the chance to leave, but he stayed.
I didn't believe I was in love. Nothing in my life had prepared me for romantic expectations. Love is just a word, my father once said, an overused one at that. He meant to say the word is cheap. It costs nothing to say it. He meant to say that it's only how you treat someone that counts, what you give.
After what seemed like an eternity of not quite fitting together, we suddenly fit.
"In all the years we spent together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen him and that he had chosen me as well."
 
Even though I didn't love him, at that moment I missed him, and was sorry that he could so easily leave me behind.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something- a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things- that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand as come out, and taken yours.
You were worth the fight.
But I couldn't fight forever.
Lying was much easier than explaining. It was easier to give people the answers they expected. It should have been the truth anyway.
"You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for."
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