I Was Supposed To Write A Romantic

I Allowed Myself To Suffer How Jarringly Destructive The Present Feels And How Fragile The Past.

Tibby's Wish Would Be To Hold On To The Idea Of Love Even In The Face Of Darkest Doubt. Because That Was The Way In Which She Failed. Not Once, But Again And Again.

She Knew That When She Got Old It Would Be More Fun To Look Back On A Life Of Romance And Adventure Than A Life Of Quiet Habits. But Looking Back Was Easy. It Was The Doing That Was Painful. There Were Plenty Of Things She Would Like To Look Back On But Wasn't Willing To Risk.

Sometimes You Need To Make A Mess. -loretta, The Rollinses' Hosekeeper

Wish For What You Want, Work For What You Need. -carmen's Grandmother