…l people. He seemed to have an extra portion of vitality and capacity to love than most of us have. Maybe he knew, somehow, that he wouldn’t have as much time as the rest of us, and he was determined to get as much living done as he could.
In some ways, hope is just a lie in a prom dress. I told her we would be okay even though we would never, ever be okay again. In a few months I would be unemployed, a few months after that my dad would be dead, and a few months after that she would move out of our apartment because I cheated on her.