"—Мир сошёл с ума, – заявила она, отойдя в сторону, и шмыгнула носом. – Просто спятил."
I asked at least three times. He's answered. I still don't know why, because his answer was either too boring or too intellectually complex for my brain to even bother retaining the memory.
Suddenly we’re not kids anymore, and it feels like it happened overnight, so fast I didn’t have time to notice, to let go of everything that used to matter so much, to see that the old wounds that once felt like gut-level lacerations have faded to small white scars, mixed in among the stretch marks and sunspots and little divots where time has grazed against my body.
“I don't think I knew I was lonely until I met you.”
And that's how it is in real life too. You can love someone and still know the future you'd have with them wouldn't work for you, or for them, ir maybe even for both of you.
For me, traveling is about wandering, meeting people you don’t expect, doing things you’ve never done.
Maybe things can always get better between people who want to do a good job loving each other. Maybe that's all it takes.
There's nothing so off-putting to some people as someone who seems not to care whether anyone else approves of them. Maybe it's resentment: I have bent for the greater good, to follow the rules, so why haven't you? You should care.
On vacation you can be anyone you want. Like a good book or an incredible outfit, being on vacation transports you into another version of yourself.
Sometimes when you guess about people, you end up very wrong.