Extraits

I just want you to remember the things the way I do. And if bringing up the past annoys you now, know that I’m sorry, but please don’t be mad at me for reliving all of it. History is all you left me.

He reaches for my hand, and it’s not for a high five. I know the world hasn’t changed, what goes up still has to come down, but the way I see the world has shifted a little to the right, moving forward, and I can now see it the way I’ve always wanted to.

He broke me in a way everyone should be lucky to be racked open at least once. I had the privilege of being destroyed by him until we found a better, real me inside of the person I was pretending to be.

This is the moment of the end. This is where we give up hope on reversing time, where we abandon finding a cure to death, where we live in this Theo-less universe, where we say goodbye. But I can’t. It is goodbye for most, but not for me. Never me.

He made me feel safe from the world, and made me feel safe from myself.

If I had to take a shot at describing what it’s like, I would call it my resurrection.