And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
"I hate you." "I love you."
I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
This moment will just be another story someday.
I am very interested and fascinated by how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
[we accept the love we think we deserve]
I think it was the first time in my life I ever felt like I looked "good". Do you know what I mean? That nice feeling when you look in the mirror, and your hair's right for the first time in your life? I don't think we should base so much on weight, muscles, and a good hair day, but when it happens, it's nice. It really is.
It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
things change. And friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody.
And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.
You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.
You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
If you've never read the book, seriously pick it up. Its completely moving and inspirational for all!
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