It's Worth It. It's Worth

I Know," She Said, Guessing My Thoughts. "i Know Exactly How You Feel." "does It Get Easier?" I Asked. Unlike Sydney, Olena Had An Answer. "yes. But You'll Never Be The Same.

We're The Same! Even Sonya Says We Are. We've Always Been The Same, And We're Both Acting The Same Stupid Way Now! We Hold Ourselves To Higher Standards Than Everyone Else.

I Used To Think You Were Weak And Just Didn't Fight Back ... But Now, Honestly, I Think You're Actually Pretty Tough. It Takes A Hell Of A Lot Of Strength To Not Complain And Lash Out.

I Had Never Thought I Could Love Another Person This Much. I Also Never Thought I’d Live In Such Fear Of Losing Another Person. Was This How Everyone In Love Felt? Did They All Cling Tightly To Their Beloved And Wake Up Terrified In The Middle Of The Night, Afraid Of Being Alone? Was That An Inevitable Way Of Life When You Loved So Deeply? Or Was It Just Those Of Us Who Walked On A Precipice Who Lived In Such Panic?

We Can Retreat And Retreat And Let Ourselves Get Backed Into Corners Forever,” She’d Said Once. “or We Can Go Out And Meet The Enemy At The Time And Place We Choose. Not Them.” Okay, Tasha, I Thought. Let’s See If Your Advice Gets Me Killed.