This Time Tomorrow

Happy endings were too much for some people, false and cheap, but hope—hope was honest. Hope was good.

Everything was relative, even time. Maybe especially time.

what it feels like to love someone so much, and then have them change into someone else. You love that new person, but it’s different, and it all happens so fast, even the parts that feel like they just last for fucking ever while they’re happening.

we’re also both humans, you know, with different baggage about different shit. The things that drive me crazy about him might not drive someone else crazy. But it’s a choice—still. We’ve been married for fifteen years. But I still have to choose it. That doesn’t stop.”

People changed and they didn’t. People evolved and they didn’t.

It was the worst fact of parenthood, that what you did mattered so much more than anything you said.