❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
“Memory is all I have. I don’t want strength. I’m done– I’m done wanting to be s t r o n g all the time. Where has that ever gotten me? I just have to accept that I’m not invited to the same happiness party as everyone else.”
“It may not feel like it right now, but you’re going to be okay. You w i l l learn how to be happy again, no matter how hard it might be or how guilty you may feel at first. Pain is built to last, you know, but so is the fight. They’ll keep swinging as long as you keep fighting, but that’s no reason to just give up.”