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Jonathan Safran Foer


I wouldn’t want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.






106. I didn’t have to invent a thing.













I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn’t recognize it. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, because I did. It’s that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don’t know how I could have tried harder.

Jonathan Safran Foer

This is me. And, unfortunately, this persistance and need to try all the doors has lost me things very dear to me when people I love cannot understand my reason to question even when I trust.

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I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn’t recognize it. It’s not that I didn’t trust him, because I did. It’s that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don’t know how I could have tried harder.

Jonathan Safran Foer

This is me. And, unfortunately, this persistance and need to try all the doors has lost me things very dear to me when people I love cannot understand my reason to question even when I trust.







Day Eleven: Quote

11: What is your favorite quote? How does it relate to your life?

I hate this question because I love quotes. I find a friend in quotes; a comfort to see that someone somewhere once felt what I feel and managed to put it into words when I could not. There are so many, all for different aspects of my life. At this moment, I think that a quote by Jonathan Safran Foer relates to me.

“I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”

This is truly how I have loved Hayden, and why right now I can’t seem to cope with what I feel. I’ve never lightly tossed about the concept of love; never told another man that I loved him or opened up myself as I did to him. My love was unconditional—IS unconditional. Why is it so easy for him to toss that aside like it doesn’t matter? How can he just change his mind after all of these years and everything he’s put me through? If anyone knew the lengths that I have gone to to make this last, they would call me a fool. When we first met I asked two things of him: Don’t ever stop loving me and don’t ever make a fool of me.


He did both.