“Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.
JOJO MOYES“Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.
JOJO MOYESSit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?” She taps the side of her head.
JOJO MOYESI see all this talent, all this…this energy and brightness and…potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life.
JOJO MOYESI can’t do this because I can’t…I can’t be the man I want to be with you. And that means that this – this just becomes…another reminder of what I am not.
JOJO MOYESIf all we are allowed is hours, minutes, I want to be able to etch each of them on to my memory with exquisite clarity so that I can recall them at moments like this, when my very soul feels blackened.
JOJO MOYES“What if I’m tired when I get home? What if I don’t fill my days with frenetic activity?” “But one day you might wish you had.”
JOJO MOYESBut just as nature abhors a vacuum — so does the human heart.
JOJO MOYESThe kind of laugh that spoke of a conspiracy.
JOJO MOYESI know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.
JOJO MOYESI am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain, and grief, and I hope that one day when you are less angry with me and less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn’t met me.
JOJO MOYESI felt the music like a physical thing; it didn’t just sit in my ears, it flowed through me, around me, made my senses vibrate. It made my skin prickle and my palms dampen…It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
JOJO MOYESI was once told by someone wise that writing is perilous as you cannot always guarantee your words will be read in the spirit in which they were written.
JOJO MOYESif you had your mother at your back, you’d be okay. Some deep-rooted part of you would know you were loved. That you deserved to be loved.
JOJO MOYESSo this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark. You were from the first day you walked in, with your ridiculous clothes and your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.
JOJO MOYESKnowing you still have possibilities is a luxury. Knowing I might have given them to you has alleviated something for me.
JOJO MOYESDo you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?
JOJO MOYES