We’re all born a Witch. We’re all born into magic. It’s taken from us as we grow up
You never love a book the way you love a book when you are ten. It is an honor to be in that sacred space in some children’s brains.
I used to believe that hurting would make you more alive to the hurting of others. I used to believe in feeling bad because somebody else did. Now I’m not so sure of either. I know that being in the hospital made me selfish. Getting surgeries made me think mainly about whether I’d have to get another one. When bad things happened to other people, I imagined them happening to me. I didn’t know if this was empathy or theft.
This confession of effort chafes against the notion that empathy should always arise unbidden, that genuine means the same thing as unwilled, that intentionality is the enemy of love. But I believe in intention and I believe in work. I believe in waking up in the middle of the night and packing our bags and leaving our worst selves for our better ones.
This is extraordinary. It’s long, but it will change you.
You said you loved me that night I gave you up for Lent.