What makes a man who he is? Is it the worst things he’s ever done, or the best things he wants to be?
When you find yourself in the middle of your life and you’re nowhere near of where you were going, how do you find the way from the person you’ve become to the one you know you could have been?
When you’re little, you like to think you know everything, but the last thing you really want is to know too much.
What you really want is for grown-ups to make the world a safe place where dreams can come true and promises are never broken.
And when you’re little, it doesn’t seem like a lot to ask.
Fuck You for cheating on me. Fuck you for reducing it to the word cheating. As if this were a card game, and you sneaked a look at my hand. Who came up with the term cheating, anyway? A cheater, I imagine. Someone who thought liar was too harsh. Someone who thought devastator was too emotional. The same person who thought, oops, he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Fuck you. This isn’t about slipping yourself an extra twenty dollars of Monopoly money. These are our lives. You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.”
― David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary