Taylor Jenkins Reid

I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else’s muse.
I am not a muse.
I am the somebody.

A moment that creates a “before” and an “after.”

“You and I aren’t going to spend our lives together,” Jesse says. “But I finally understand that that doesn’t take away any of the beauty of the fact that we were right for each other once.”

“True love doesn’t always last,” I say. “It doesn’t always have to be for a lifetime.”

“Right. And that doesn’t mean it’s not true love,” Jesse says.

It was real.

And now it’s over.

And that’s OK.

“I am who I am because I loved you once,” he says.

“I am who I am because I loved you once, too,” I say.

And then we say good-bye.

You don’t tie yourself to something unless you’re scared you might float away.

I think that perhaps everyone has a moment that splits their life in two. When you look back on your own timeline, there’s a sharp spike somewhere along the way, some event that changed you, changed your life, more than the others.

“What are you getting at?”

But I wanted to push the envelope.

And the devastating luxury of panic overtook me again

People think that intimacy is about sex.

But intimacy is about truth

“If you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you,”