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250 pages, Paperback
First published May 8, 2015
“We'd shared a beautiful week. Because of him I was on a new path, a path I loved.”
“Boys are stupid. I needed to explore becoming a lesbian.”
“Love, I decided, is being a sidekick.”
“I don’t want a beautiful week with you. I want a beautiful lifetime.”
He became my compass, my beacon. And before him, I’d been a girl desperately trying to follow the footsteps of expectations even though the shoes didn’t fit.
I don’t want a beautiful week with you. I want a beautiful lifetime.
This felt weird, laughing with him now. It’s hard to laugh with a person when your guard is raised. Laughing can be just as intimate as touching."
You deserved better," he said quietly. He sounded like he was talking to himself.
Martin pulled into the senior center and parked the car. His movements were jerky, like he was irritated with himself, or regretting his words, or the memory. Whatever it was, he was agitated and distracted as he exited the car. Meanwhile I felt incapacitated by the puzzle pieces arranging themselves in my mind.
He'd looked fine that day at the student union because he hadn't though we were over. And this realization made me feel hollow, because I'd misjudged him.
And he'd deserved better.
Maybe that’s what real love is.
Maybe love, at its essence, is being a mirror for another person—for the good parts and the bad. Perhaps love is simply finding that one person who sees you clearly, cares for you deeply, challenges you and supports you, and subsequently helps you see and be your true self.
Love, I decided, is being a sidekick."
"Just because I don't feel calm, doesn't mean I can't be calm."
”Perhaps love is simply finding that one person who sees you clearly, cares for you deeply, challenges you and supports you, and subsequently helps you see yourself. Love, I decided, is being a sidekick.”