Jar of Hearts

“I know I can’t take one more step towards you

’Cause all that’s waiting is regret

Don’t you know I’m not your ghost anymore

You lost the love I love the most

I learned to live half alive

And now you want me one more time.”

~ Christina Perri, “Jar of Hearts”

You see what you want to see, not what’s there.

Nothing feels as powerful as longing for someone you can’t have

That’s the thing with affairs. They are, by definition, a temporary relationship. They always end, one way or another, and they almost always end badly.

“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”
~ Arthur Conan Doyle

Lying was easy. Lying was like a hot knife slicing through room-temperature butter. Lying was a bunch of words strung together in a pretty sentence designed to make the other person feel like everything was fine.

Everyone has a single defining moment in life, something that thrusts them irrevocably into a new direction, something that affects them at their core, something that changes them forever.

her mind flashing back to Kaiser in the laundry room, the smell of those lavender sachets as he kissed her, the way he felt against her, loving and urgent and gentle.

Living a life that isn’t meant for you is its own version of hell.

He leaned over and kissed her again, his tongue intertwining with hers, tasting faintly of beer, cigarettes, and cinnamon hearts. It was a taste she would forever equate with feeling like a child and an adult at the same time, which is really what a teenager is.