And we were kissing like drowning people breathe-- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
In a well-ordered universe...
Tomorrow will be better.β βBut what if itβs not?β I asked. βThen you say it again tomorrow. Because it might be. You never know, right? At some point, tomorrow will be better.
You + Me saw this... AMERICA Thank you for finding America with me
As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here, facing this terrible truth. I felt, as more tears fell, just how tired I was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. I was tired of running away from this, tired of not telling people, tired of not talking about it, tired of pretending things were okay when they had never, ever been less than okay.
What was the point of trying to run away if people were going to insist on reminding you of what you were running from?
