Give me a few hours to calm down and I can understand and forgive everything if you just meet me a quarter of the way.
So when you don’t, that’s when I get disappointed. Because forgetting isn’t the same as forgiving, and getting over something doesn’t mean you understand.

It’s usually at least a little flattering when people on the street keep calling you pretty all day. But today I just want to disappear.

Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.

Anna Quindlen, Every Last One (via borinq)