Happy Place

They belonged to you before I ever saw you. They belong to you in every universe we’re in, Harriet.”

Like even when something beautiful breaks, the making of it still matters.

“But that’s the point. Your job doesn’t have to be your identity. It can just be a place you go, that doesn’t define you or make you miserable. You deserve to be happy, Harriet.”

Whether he was laughing or frustrated, peeling off my clothes or ending our relationship in a four-minute phone call.

Easier than breathing, because breathing is something you can overthink, to the point that you forget how your lungs work and get yourself into a panic

Before I knew Wyn, I could have been okay without him. Now I’ll always feel the place he isn’t.

Your job doesn’t have to be your identity.

“Love means constantly saying you’re sorry, and then doing better.”

“But when you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I assume things, Wyn,” I say. “And it’s all I can think about. That I’ve messed things up.”

Sometimes when things go wrong, it’s easy to blame someone else. Because it simplifies things.