Behind Her Eyes

It's strange how different we all appear to who we really are.

Everyone has secrets, Lou,” she says. “Everyone should be allowed their secrets. You can never know everything about a person. You’d go mad trying to.

There's no right and wrong with feelings. There is only what there is.

Secrets, secrets, secrets. People are filled to the brim with them if you look closely.

It's not that difficult, I want to say. People cheat all the time. The reasons are always selfish and base, it's the excuses we make that are complicated.

There’s no right and wrong with feelings. There is only what there is.” She

A home needs to be filled with love, and some houses--her own, as it had been, included--don't have enough heat in their love to warm them.

An ending and a beginning now knotted up forever. He expected the hues of the world to change to reflect that, but the earth and heavens remained the same muted shades, and there was no tremble of anger from the trees. No weeping whisper of wind. No siren wailed in the distance. The woods were just the woods, and the dirt was just the dirt.

Then she said that truth was all relative. Truth often came down to what is the most believable version of events.

I was his practice wife, I realize. Adam and I were his practice family. When the story of his life is spun, we will simply be the early threads. We will not be the color.

The past is as ephemeral as the future—it’s all perspective and smoke and mirrors.

...people don't ever really trust each other enough to not have doubts. No one ever truly thinks the best of anyone else.

When the story of his life is spun, we will simply be the early threads. We will not be the color.