He was my best friend. […] And now we’re like strangers. I’ll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.
Tag: loss
If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn’t afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they’re seventeen.
Some of the best were left behind, along with the best parts of who we were.
Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. By god do you learn.
C.S. Lewis
There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We’d be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think ‘it will be okay if it can just be like this forever’ but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still
What we have is so slight: the timbre of a voice, the leftover stories, the smell of a haunting vest. And yet so much of life is about the empty spaces; I finally learned that much from all that land.
A Strong West Wind by Gail Caldwell
(via mylittlebookofwisdom)
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
But I want you to know that when I imagine myself happy, it is with you.
We have known so much & shared & lost so much together — Even if it isn’t the way you wish now — I hope that bond of love and pain will never be cut.
Although I have felt compelled to write things down since I was five years old, I doubt that my daughter ever will, for she is a singularly blessed and accepting child, delighted with life exactly as life presents itself to her, unafraid to go to sleep and unafraid to wake up. Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.