Tarryn Fisher

What did I get in return? Coldness and emotional detachment. You are selfish and bitter and you wouldn__ know a good thing if it fell out of the sky at your feet.

Contrast is important in life. We understand what light is because we can compare it with what we know is dark. Sweet is made sweeter after we eat something bitter. It__ the very same with sadness. And it__ important to experience sadness, to embrace it in order to truly know happiness. I was just a flat line until he came along. And maybe now I__ hurting. But isn__ that what love is supposed to do? Make you feel, make you brave, make you look at yourself more carefully?

What__ the difference?_ I asked him. __etween the love of your life, and your soulmate?___ne is a choice, and one is not._ __here is a string that connects us that is not visible to the eye,_ he said. __aybe every person has more than one soul they are connected to, and all over the world there are these invisible strings._ As if to make his point, his finger traced a black ribbon that ran through my horse__ mane. __aybe the chances that you__l find each and every one of your soulmates is slim. But sometimes you__e lucky enough to stumble across one. And you feel a tug. And it__ not so much a choice to love them through their flaws and through your differences, but rather you love them without even trying. You love their flaws.

Tell me a truth, Senna.""I don't know how," I breath."Then tell me a lie.""I don't love you," I say. I sink beneath the weight of it all.Isaac stirs behind me, and then he is leaning over me, his elbows on either side of my head."The truth is for the mind," he says. "Lies are for the heart. So let's just keep lying.

That's why writers write__o say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.

Tell me a truth, Senna.""I don't know how.""Then tell me a lie.""I don't love you.""The truth is for the mind," he says. "Lies are for the heart. So let's just keep lying.

We are at that age that balances between independence and conferring with your friends about every miniscule decision you make. I've never liked that part of adolescence.

We think we can control our lives, but our lives control us. And everything that touches our lives controls us. People have less power than they think they do. It's just the reactions we control.

Sometimes I hate him. When he does the dishes, he shakes off each one before setting it in the drying rack. Water flies everywhere. A couple of drops always hit me in the face. I have to leave the room to avoid smashing a plate against his head.

That's the most pathetic part of being a human, the emotions you don't ask for or want, they just rush you anyway.

You shouldn't have to convince anyone to choose you. There is no real choice in love.

Her next words took me by surprise. I lay as still as I could, barely breathing, afraid that if I moved she would stop speaking her heart.__y mom wanted six children. She only got me, and that sucks for her because I was a total weirdo.___ou were not,_ I said.She twisted her head up to look at me.__ used to line my lips in black eyeliner and sit cross-legged on the kitchen table _ meditating.___ot that bad,_ I said. __rying out for attention.___kay, when I was twelve I started writing letters to my birth mother because I wanted to be adopted.__ shook my head. __our childhood sucked, you wanted a new reality.__he snorted air through her nose. __ thought a mermaid lived in my shower drain, and I used to call her Sarah and talk to her.___ctive imagination,_ I countered. She was becoming more insistent, her little body wriggling in my grip.__ used to make paper out of dryer lint.___erdy.___ wanted to be one with nature, so I started boiling grass and drinking it with a little bit of dirt for sugar.__ paused. __kay, that__ weird.___hank you!_ she said. Then, she got serious again. __y mom just loved me through all of it.

Humans seek connection above all else, and we are willing to destroy things to attain it.