If you’re lucky, they recover. If you’re really lucky, you recover, too.
Let your fears burn to ashes and your old choking memories wither like dead weeds, because the past does not determine the future. Allow your disappointments, losses and sufferance, to transform you, because what was and what is are two different things.
“Playing with kittens makes you instantly forget about loneliness.”
It takes more than a few kisses, some hugs, some compliments, and some nice boy behavior.
People trust you because you are magnetic.
“My father introduced his girlfriend to us by saying, ‘This is your new mother. You’ll never see your other mother again.’”
You are dialed in. No matter where you are or what you are doing, you scan the room for prospects, you check to see if there is a ring or a tan line from a ring.
God has you when you’re wondering if there is a God. God has you when you’re ignoring him and questioning him and cursing his name. God has you when you’re driving in your car, exhausted from an awful day at work, sobbing to a sad song on the radio. God has you when you’re dwelling on the past.
Rapists aren’t always monsters governed by uncontrollable urges and malicious intentions; they’re much more likely to be an individual that you know and probably care about.
It makes you angry that you still care. You hate that you still wonder if he misses you at all. If he regrets anything at all. You want to be the kind of girl that can flip her hair and the boy and not be bothered. But you are human.