Yours Truly

“I’m giving up. I should just accept that I’m never having sex again. I’m canceling my bikini-wax appointments. Just gonna let the forest reclaim the land, succumb to my inner swamp witch.”

“We’re all a little broken, Briana. We are a mosaic. We’re made up of all those we’ve met and all the things we’ve been through. There are parts of us that are colorful and dark and jagged and beautiful. And I love every piece of you. Even the ones you wish didn’t exist.”

But if you don’t deal with trauma, it just circles back around.

It’s the greatest revenge to be happy.

“Okay, Mamá.”

“You want to be happy?” she said, going on. “Marry an ugly rich man who loves you more than you love him.”

It’s funny how similar longing feels to grief. Even though she was right here, all I could think about was the part that was missing. The part I’d never get

Anyone who says money isn’t everything has never had to live without it.”

“The truest sacrifices are the ones no one knows anything about.”

Have you ever heard the saying that if you’re with someone who doesn’t speak your language, you’ll spend a lifetime having to translate your soul?

Unresolved love always circles back. It lingers. It festers. It builds inside of you until it has to come out, and it putrefies everything else