Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.
JOJO MOYESMost days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.
JOJO MOYESAnd it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.
JOJO MOYESKnow that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.
JOJO MOYESThere was nothing left for me to do. Do you know how hard it is to say nothing ? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?
JOJO MOYESThis life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.
JOJO MOYESThat old hangover is just toying with you, working out when to bite.
JOJO MOYESIs that it forces you to rethink your idea of who you are. Or how you might seem to other people.
JOJO MOYESJust hold on. Just for a minute.” “Are you all right ?” I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.
JOJO MOYESThere is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.
JOJO MOYESI had that. I could almost feel the miles between us shrinking, as if we were at two ends of some invisible elastic thread.
JOJO MOYESBecause even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you’d be okay.
JOJO MOYESI could have told you. I hate horses, and horse racing. Always have. But you didn’t bother to ask me.
JOJO MOYESJust live well. Just live
JOJO MOYESYou can only actually help someone who wants to be helped.
JOJO MOYESBut just as nature abhors a vacuum — so does the human heart.
JOJO MOYESI just tried to be, tried to absorb the man I loved through osmosis, tried to imprint what I had left of him on myself. I did not speak.
JOJO MOYES