Tom Lake

thing about youth: You change your mind

Not that he was ever mine but still, I let him go.

You weren’t in love with me then.” But he pulls me to him and I put my head on his chest, I rest my head on the old blue T-­shirt he wears to bed.

Sleeping in the daytime is bad for depression. Did you know that?

Good marriages are never as interesting as bad affairs.

The cocktail of grief and humiliation and longing battered my heart with such violence I was sure I could feel the muscle tear.

I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand to watch him and so I closed my eyes.

we remember the people we hurt so much more clearly than the people who hurt us.

Duke was on his way up and I was on my way out. Neither of us could have said those words but we knew.

Every day I took a jumble of snags and tears and turned them back into clothes. I found the work extremely satisfying, as I imagine Rumpelstiltskin must have gotten a kick out of spinning all that straw into gold.