Love and Other Train Wrecks

Can’t wait to see you, Ammy, sweet and fair.

There’s something so painful about your parents apologizing to you. Something that cuts you to your core. Because you’re supposed to be the one who messes up, not them.

Because sometimes, it doesn’t matter if you’re happier in the end. It doesn’t matter if it was the right thing for you.

even though the prospect of us actually being together is null and void, even with all that—he wanted me so badly that he didn’t care.

Like everyone who’s ever said “love will find a way,” “love is all you need,” or “love is the answer” and meant it unironically. Because love isn’t the answer, a lot of the time. At least not romantic love. Sometimes, the other kind—the loyal kind—is what really matters.

That everyone else is fine with hurting others to get what they want.
Why can’t I be, too?

“You are like a book I want to read forever.”

But it wasn’t like that always. It was only like that sometimes.
And I’d take sometimes bad over always apart—well, any day.

“It Happened One Night

He asks me where I see myself in ten years. I tell him that I have no earthly idea, because I don’t.
I tell him that that’s a really weird question for an eighteen-year-old to ask.