Victoria James

That was the first time I got arrested for Lilac.

“He's always looked at you like you're an angel and he's a beggar boy. You know that, don't you?”

“He's always looked at you like you're an angel and he's a beggar boy. You know that, don't you?”

“No, Lilac. I look at it as a challenge. No doesn't always mean no. Sometimes, it means convince me. Make me feel different. Sell the good to me.”

Why should anyone have to convince someone to want them?”

“You don't convince someone to want you, sweetie. You convince them to be unafraid of wanting you and getting hurt. You convince them to push through the fear of all those things you mentioned before. To push through the embarrassment, the worry, and the shame.

I’m not good with words, Lilac. I’m just good with you

Who wanted to sink to the bottom of the ocean with the weight of their thoughts, when closing your eyes and allowing yourself to float on the surface made each day seem so much more peaceful?

Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they’ve cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of the things that never got the chance to happen.”