I was stupid to think she was weak. Or nerdy. Or deserving of my scorn. She’s complex but clear. Broken but strong. So much more courageous than I’ll ever be. I wanted to break her, but in the end, she broke me. And I am fucking nothing without her.
Pretty much my life sucked and i wanted someone to blame for it. I picked you, I’m sorry. Nah, fuck that, I’m not sorry, Pink. […] I’m not sorry because I know we both needed this. I didn’t understand my obsession with you then and it came from a dark place, but now - now it seems so clear. The darkness is gone. I satisfy my need to punish you and you release your guilt. We fit. Maybe just for this moment in time, this one blip in our lives, we come together. We find absolution. In each other.
For better or worse I’m locked into a twisted dance with Cole. I have to see it through. And it may be messed up, but right now I’d rather see him, have him near every day, in any capacity that I can have him, than go to Cave Hills.
I still want to run. He’s being honest with me. I should appreciate it, but instead it’s like being broken up with. And I’m way too raw after what we just did for this. I nod and try to swing my leg off, but he catches it.
I shake my head. “You’re wiser than your age, you know that ?” “That’s what happens when you’re the runt. Plenty of time to observe because you’re already left out.”