“they have seen the likes of you before, they may be intrigued by the looks of you, but they know that you-like everyone else-will leave them in the end.”

“I know—better than anyone—that once someone’s made up her mind to leave you, there’s nothing you can do to make her stay.”

“writing, you are a girl on a trapeze, swinging high in the air. you know there is no one on the other side to catch you. but your costume is spangly and all eyes are on you and at some point you'll leap--at some point you'll flip. and there may be no net--though it may also be intact, you can't see--but at this point the jumping is everything--it's all that you've got. and as you write you understand this, you understand you won't hit send, but for now you are swinging, swinging, swinging wildly in the air. your eyes are open, your arms are outstretched.”

“...because there will never be any boy's wrist to tie the balloon of your helium heart to (it has floated high far away from the heavy stone of that unnameable boy in chicago), you would never be with someone and then someone else, and you would definitely never be someone to someone else's else.”

“It's so awful when you need something from someone else, even though you're not sure what it is, and then you don't get it.”

“You're swimming so hard in this ocean. Don't you know if you float, it will always hold you up?”

“and it is hard to let go, to imagine alternatives, but you are bold with unknowing, you are ready to explore.”