Something Like Spring

I guess I should have known back then. All the guys after him only left flesh wounds. Benjamin managed to get into my bones on day one.

No wheelchair can support damaged self-esteem until it learns to stand upright. No cane can help emotions limp along until they can walk. A cast or brace can't protect a vulnerable spirit, and not even the strongest painkiller can stop the ache cause by a failed relationship. No, the only way a broken heart mends itself is with stitches of time and the sticky tape of hastily rearranged dreams.

I've been waiting for you without even knowing it.

Ladies and gentleman, Tim said. May I present to you, our son, Jason Grant!

Jason hesitated. “Does it ever stop hurting?” “When you lose someone?” Jace considered this for a moment. “No. Not entirely. There will always be times when you think of him, and it’ll always hurt that it didn’t work out… but it won’t remain the constant pain you feel now. You might go weeks, maybe even months without thinking of him. Then, on the long sleepless nights when you do, you’ll feel a little pang of regret that still stings. That’s all.

Jason nodded. “I’d be willing to give it a shot, although ideally, I would love to be out walking my dog and run into some cute guy walking his dog. Naturally that would lead to us talking. Then we’d start meeting in that same place every day, like little ten-minute dates. After weeks of this, maybe even months, we’d agree to meet without the dogs. Unchaperoned, so to speak. That would be romantic. Way more so than a party or a bar.

Don't be sorry. The only thing love needs to apologize for is being too difficult to understand and too easy to give in to.

It's called restraint, the part that wants to wander is always there, even for straight people. But commitment is commitment. Once I sign on the dotted line, I'll devote myself to that person only.

there are people in this world who, after you meet them, you walk away a better person. No matter how okay you were before, they have a way of making you even better.

Just in case, he had asked Ms. Townson to call him if William talked about leaving town. He hadn’t, obviously, making it possible now for him and William to dig through the refrigerator and stand at the counter making sandwiches together, all of which felt delightfully domestic. This would be their life together. Spreading margarine on white bread and debating if Swiss or American cheese was better. With any luck, they would be spending countless days this way, doing little mundane tasks that were so much better with someone to share them with.

I am sure the ocean catches fire ocassionally.

Half the time he seems self-centered, the other half it's like he lives solely for Ben.

Strange how the present could become the past so quickly.

It's much easier to just keep moving, keep avoiding the truth.

Money can't buy love, but it certainly could rent it.

Old habits die hard. Some refused to die at all.