Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it’s over, you feel like you don’t have any bones left to hold you up.
I really don’t even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.
Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s to much gravity on my heart.
Nothing ever really goes away–it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.
Anna,” he said, dragging his frosted fingers through my hair.”Don’t you know what it means when a boy pulls your hair at your birthday party?” “No.” Just, then, i didn’t know what anything meant.
See, some people politely encourage their tone-deaf friends to sing. Some people even convince them to go on live television and audition for national competitions. But me? I am not that friend.
Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service. —
Family tragedies had a way of smashing everything apart and then gluing it all back together. The problem was no one ever knew how long the glue would hold.
It was just over a year ago. Twelve months, nine days and six hours ago, actually. But thirteen months ago everything was…perfect.
I’m not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I’m not sure of anything.
Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that’s what everyone said.
You ask me why I’m nice to you,” he said. “Why, why, why. But you don’t ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want.
They say you can never step into the same river twice. And maybe that’s how it was for Papi now, memories shifting and re-forming soundlessly beneath him while the rest of us sat on the shore and watched.
They tear each other apart. Sometimes there aren’t any happy endings or logical explanations and we just have to accept that and move on. Sometimes it really is that simple.
Through pictures, we cut reality in pieces. We selected only the choicest moments, discarding the rest as if they’d never happened.
This boy wore the ocean in his eyes, green-gray-blue, ever shifting, and I recognized him immediately. Knew before he said another word that he was as dangerous as he was beautiful.
Beneath the vast diamond sky, I felt both all important and utterly significant, the goddess and the damned in equal measure.
There was no going back to the way things were, because all you ever got was the way things are.
It seemed everything that had ever lived and died in this world had passed through here, had left its indelible imprint.
The late-night backyard encounter and kiss induced insomnia.
Have some carrots. They’re good for your eyes.””Then you have some fries. They’re good for your… I don’t know. They’re just good.
I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix.
For all its ridiculous imperfections, life is pretty damn perfect sometimes.
I closed my eyes under the fluroescent lights and tried to make another birthday wish, a onetime do-over, a rebate, a trade-in on the kitchen sink kiss that started everything, offered up for just one last miracle.
I accept the hard reality that I maybe might possibly be just the slightest tiniest littlest bit kinda sorta interested in him.
But once in a while, you pick the right thing, the exact best thing. Every day, the moment you open your eyes and pull off your blankets, that’s what you hope for. The sunshine on your face,warm enough to make you heart sing.
Sometimes I think I’m an alien that accidentally fell off the mother ship, destined to wander among clueless earthling parents for all eternity.
The only thing that’s ours to accept is the fact that we don’t always get to know the answers.
Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.