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Holes in my heart Yeah. That was about right
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She taught me to slow down. To look up and enjoy the view. To not worry so much about the end result that I end up missing things along the way.
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In the quiet of the night, Brooklyn baby tucked in tight. Close your eyes, everything's all right. Dreams will take you to the light. Like a star, you're lovely and bright. So sleep baby girl, sleep all night.
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Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.
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One outer paddles around on his back, spinning a blue ball on his tummy. I could watch them for hours. Because they get it. They get that life is short and you should just forget the crap and have fun.
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That's my girl. Live a good life, Ava.
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Doughnuts Music Love It doesn't get any better than this
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I love fall The season of warm colors
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Its like i was a garden salad with a light vinaigrette and Jackson was a platter of seafood Cajun pasta. Alone we were good. Together we were fantastic.
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If anything, he sparked a fire inside of me, making me want to live again.
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Everything's always changing. Nothing stays the same. Yesterday's gone forever, I've got memories and my name.
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I swear he is there, his arms outstretched, the waterfall beneath him, cascading into the cool blue water below. Go on, Ava. It's going to be great! It's not a dare. Not this time. But it's almost like I'm on that high dive again, scared of what comes next, yet knowing at the same time it will all be okay.
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I know. You can be fine, and then, out of nowhere, a memory blindsides you.
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But repaying a debt means giving up things. Making sacrifices. If I sacrifice my heart for Jackson, will I be dead too?
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If music is the story of our lives, what song did they sing for me?
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The road to happiness is paved with good deeds for others.
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people
goodness
happiness
life
road-to-happiness
purpose
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And years from now, you may not remember exactly what you ate. But you'll remember who you ate with.
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And what I think is that when you're completely alone and deep inside yourself with feelings no one else can understand, there really aren't a hundred places to go. It's like if I woke up one day and looked outside and saw purple trees and red grass and green dogs, is there anyone I could tell who would understand? No. There'd be no one. It's exactly like that. He saw purple trees and red grass and green dogs while no one else did..
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Maybe, just maybe, a reader would feel a little less alone in the world.
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THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU When I hold a rose, I see the soft, velvety petals and smile, because tucked between those precious petals is a special gift - the one of a fragrance, pure and sweet. When you hold a rose, you see the thorns along the stem, and you frown because those thorns can bring you pain and cause you to bleed. I see the gift. You see the tragedy. More and more I fear that one of these days someone will hand me a rose..
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tragedy
pain
poetry
fear
fragrance
rose
difference
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Life hands us things we don't want. Nasty things. Terrible things. It's how we handle those things that matters. That's all.
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Anticipation is the best alarm there is, and it shook me awake before my phone even had the chance.
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It brings me back to the moment, and I want to live the moment with everything I've got.
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His warm voice tiptoes into the quiet room.
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Many times when I read a book, I want to savor each word, each phrase, each page, loving the prose so much, I don't want it to end. Other times the story pulls me in, and I can hardly read fast enough, the details flying by, some of them lost because all that matters is making sure the character is all right when it's over.
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I talk and cry while Nico sits and listens. Like we've been friends forever. Finally, I use the shirt to wipe the tears and take a deep breath. We're quiet for a long time and then Nico points to a pair of boxer shorts on the floor. "I'm glad you picked the shirt."
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He lived. He made it. A second chance, given to one and not the other. And this? This is what he did with it?
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What I want is for you to build a bridge. A bridge that connects these two parts of my life so I don't have to choose one or the other I don't want to choose Because the thing about choices? You get something while you lose something else. If you choose wrong you risk losing everything.
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life
love
truth
wisdom
inspirational
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I felt heat and my body trembled and forces beyond my control pulled me to him as the music ripped through our bodies
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Lisa Schroeder |
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Love is the answer. Not fear.
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Music can change the mood in a drumbeat.
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What's your favorite movie?...that should be our question. When we don't know what to say. Movies are a safe topic. What's wrong with the standard 'how's it going?' because all you get is 'Okay' or 'Fine', and then what? You're back where you started. It's a useless question. Like anyone is going to tell you how it's really going.
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Heads:It goes weel. Tails:It doesn't
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When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a GOOD way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off. It's like fireworks in your heart all the time.
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WRAP ME UP I shiver. He pulls away. "Are you cold?" he asks. "A little. Plus... you know." "What?" "Um... your kisses?" He laughs, pulls me down onto the blanket and wraps his arms and legs around me. Perfect. My kind of blanket."
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love
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When he opens the door, I step in and an army of memories comes at me from all sides.
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Lisa Schroeder |
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Hidden, there, behind the face of a beautiful boy, I see you. The real you.
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Lisa Schroeder |
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Let us live so we can love.
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Today there's no one here, so I find a rock and open my notebook filled with letters to Lucca, reading them, noticing how the letters decreased in frequency over the past couple of months. When i started, shortly after he died, I wrote them every day. I hurt so bad, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't, so my words on the page became a diary of the pain.
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chasing-brooklyn
lucca
lisa-schroeder
diary
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I'm an artist not an athlete.
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Heads: This girl Tails: That girl
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sadness
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Looking at these pictures, I wonder, did that part of me that flourished around him, like prized perennials under a tender gardener's care, die along with him?
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Lisa Schroeder |
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I know it's not the end...it's only just the beginning.
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new-beginnings
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Yellow daises tell me Brooklyn's been here. His flower girl. I brought nothing. Just myself. How fitting. Seems like that's all I've got anymore.
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