How we
never, ever fight.
It was as though I saw for the first time that
life could branch into different paths, take different directions.
For what is the point of
having something lovely if you never share it?
It would be like having a poem, a beautiful wild poem that no
one else has, and burning it.
my
soul, the mythical part of humans that the angels cared
about.
The word is yes.
Ally CondieWhich one is the true one, I
don’t ask, they don’t tell.
It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
Ally CondieIf I couldn’t name it, would I even know what it is? Would I even feel it at all?
Ally Condiethink of him risking everything each time he slips one napkin into his pocket. All these years he’s been so careful, but now he’s willing to take a chance. Because he’s found someone who wants to know. Someone he wants to tell.
Ally CondieWhy?” Lon asks in a whine. “We spent half the summer marking these paths!” I think I see a faint smile on Ky’s face and I realize that he likes Lon. Who asks the questions no one else will ask even though he never gets an answer. It strikes me that this is a kind of bravery. A wearing-down kind of bravery, but bravery nonetheless.
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