Open up the heart of a grown-up and you find the heavier scars; the knots of failures taken in instead of being laughed off, the loves that never happened and the ones that did, but ended badly, and the ones that just hung there, suspended, life on pause, just leading us to dream in ways that can only hurt. You dig deep and find the regrets, from the cruelty you passed along in childhood because that was all you knew how to do to the things you’ve said to people who have loved and needed and wanted you to the unforgivable crimes, at least as you reckon them, done out of anger, or jealousy, or indifference.
Joe Belknap Wall, Joy [in spite of/because of] everything
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