It Ends With Us

All humans make mistakes. What determines a person’s character aren’t the mistakes we make. It’s how we take those mistakes and turn them into lessons rather than excuses.

“You can stop swimming now, Lily. We finally reached the shore.”

“Lily?” he whispers, looking at me sincerely. “You just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

the memories in that bedroom plague him just as much as they plague me, so neither of us even bothers going in there.

“It stops here. With me and you. It ends with us.”

I said that because . . . you looked happy that night. When I saw you telling him goodbye, it hurt like hell, but at the same time I was relieved that you seemed to be in a really good place. I didn’t want you to worry about me. And I don’t know . . . maybe I was a little jealous. I don’t know, Lily. I regretted lying to you as soon as I did it

You said you were like a drug. But you failed to tell me you were the most addictive kind.”

“In the future . . . if by some miracle you ever find yourself in the position to fall in love again . . . fall in love with me.”

Cycles exist because they are excruciating to break.

And as hard as this choice is, we break the pattern before the pattern breaks
us.