Taylor Jenkins Reid

I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else’s muse.
I am not a muse.
I am the somebody.

A moment that creates a “before” and an “after.”

“You and I aren’t going to spend our lives together,” Jesse says. “But I finally understand that that doesn’t take away any of the beauty of the fact that we were right for each other once.”

“True love doesn’t always last,” I say. “It doesn’t always have to be for a lifetime.”

“Right. And that doesn’t mean it’s not true love,” Jesse says.

It was real.

And now it’s over.

And that’s OK.

“I am who I am because I loved you once,” he says.

“I am who I am because I loved you once, too,” I say.

And then we say good-bye.

You don’t tie yourself to something unless you’re scared you might float away.

I think that perhaps everyone has a moment that splits their life in two. When you look back on your own timeline, there’s a sharp spike somewhere along the way, some event that changed you, changed your life, more than the others.

“What are you getting at?”

But I wanted to push the envelope.

I broke Celia’s heart because I spent half my time loving her and the other half hiding how much I loved her.

And the devastating luxury of panic overtook me again

People think that intimacy is about sex.

But intimacy is about truth