He felt it too, the air between us, the invisible lines that something or someone had drawn to connect us. That's the way I remember it.
Sara Zarrthe mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.
Sara ZarrTags: love
I don't yell back at my mother. When I'm angry or scared or upset, I don't yell. I stay quiet. I've seen how she is, how she would get with Kent and with me and with other people, life if someone at the pharmacy got in the wrong line or asked too long a question, or if someone on the bus accidentally bumped her. I've watched her my whole life, the way people react to her. It doesn't actually help you get what you want, yelling and being like that. It only makes people think bad of you.
Sara Zarrdon’t mistake a new place for a new you.
Sara ZarrMy dad died, I write. almost a year ago. Car accident. My hand is shaking; my eyes sting and fill. I add Not his fault before pushing the notebook and pen back across the table, wiping a hand across my cheeks.
As he reads, my impulse is to reach out, grab the notebook, run outside, dump it in the trash, bury it in the snow, throw it under the wheels of a passing car - something, something, so I can go back fifteen seconds when this part ofme was still shut away and private. Then I look at Ravi's face again, and the normally white white whites of his eyes are pink. This causes major disruption to my ability to control the flow of my own tears. I see myself when I look at him right now: he's reflecting my sadness, my broken heart, back to me.
He takes the pe, writes, and slides it over. You'd think it's something epic from the way it levels my heart. It isn't.
I'm really sorry, Jill.
Four little words.
Tags: life sorrow grief car-accident
I'm remembering how this works. How life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong or could go worng, and complaints about the world around you. How a person you're excited about can remind you there's stuff going on beyond... routine oil changes and homework. Stuff that matters. Stuff to look forward to.
Sara ZarrTags: friendship
It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.
Sara ZarrI never had a connection like that to anyone, where every day you think about what you’ll tell them and you wonder what they’re doing, and you know they’re wondering what you’re doing.
Sara ZarrIt's a jagged thing in my throat, how much I miss her.
Sara ZarrTags: missing
My whole life has been one big broken promise.
Sara ZarrTags: sad
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