…she was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same — you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze it out again.
David NichollsWe're not ourselves, are we? I'm certainly not myself, not anymore. And you're not either. You don't seem yourself. Not as I remember you.
David NichollsHe's a better person when she's around, and isn't that what friends are for, to raise you up and keep you at your best?
David NichollsNo, friends were like clothes: fine while they lasted but eventually they wore thin or you grew out of them.
David NichollsStichwörter: friendship
Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead? It was unrealistic to expect a friendship to last forever…
David NichollsStichwörter: friendship
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?
David NichollsStichwörter: friendship
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
Stichwörter: happiness
Maybe we've grown out of each other.
David NichollsStichwörter: friendship love
I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.'
'Treated like what?'
She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.
Stichwörter: friendship
Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will.' Her lips touched his cheek. 'I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.
David NichollsStichwörter: friendship love
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