But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, reall...
Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as if you were made of light, or what it meant to be the only person in the room who wasn't noticed--weren't sentences; they were knots in the wood of...
Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.
But memory is like plaster: peel it back and you just might find a completely different picture.
You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.
