Know that she felt safe with someone other than you once. Know that she laughed and cried with someone other than you once. But know that the safety was shattered, or that the laughter died out and she moved on.
My warning is: don’t believe that traveling will make you a more interesting person. That’s like reading Ulysses just to say you could.
No, I’ve never felt it like this before. When my lips are on his and our hands are laced together and I can feel the shape of his hips against mine I get the illusion that I am invincible.
We are a sisterhood in that we coexist, not in that we are all actually rooting for each other. We fight for our rights, but in the end we aren’t even on our own team.