I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
Love who you love while you have them. That’s all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you’ll never run out.
Ann Brashares, My Name Is Memory (via fawun)