Chelsea Leigh Trescott

We want to know each other but something stops us. It’s as if we don’t feel safe to go there any longer, to step in that closely, to be alone and ourselves with the friends of our past.

I’m here to tell you that the world gives you what you need when you stop leaving it. The world rewards you when you finally stand for yourself. So, stop running. Stop running away so the world can love you.

To keep yourself from lingering, to keep yourself available to greater love, you must give into loss. Give into the prospect that life is moving you along.

I’ve been afraid, usually, of loneliness, of becoming empty without intimacy, empty without having one person whom a mutual commitment to share myself deeply with has been promised.

Fear has never been enough to bring you to me or make you stay.

We need relationships that will only ever be meant for right now. I believe it is because of our journey along the way.

If indifference is the opposite of love, how could I possibly be desirous of a quality so lacking in character, so inconsistent with my natural propensity?

A letter addressed to me. How strategic of him, I reeled. How selfish. How spot-on. I love letters.

He can’t focus on you any longer, he’ll say, because at this time in his life he must be focusing on himself. On his projects. His “deals.”

Right now their every move is made in the effort of discovery. They expect nothing from one another yet.

So we can spend time with the people and moments we miss. So we can emphasize the meaning and make light of the madness. A writer writes so she can read herself once she is well enough.

There’s nothing to be afraid of if you do everything with the purpose of getting closer to yourself.

Hope is expectation. Belief is acceptance. Belief says you are a champion, you have what it takes.

My mom said when a woman feels guilty, it’s because she’s doing something right for herself.

It’s been a terrible tendency, this tendency to put off living, to look at my life and say this isn’t my real life, not yet at least

Two people can live in similar ways, they can read books and take long walks and find joy in the simple things, but that doesn’t mean they belong together.

I was not functioning. My love was angry and wild. I often felt too crippled to leave her. I wanted to stay inside her office forever.

We regret our eagerness, how caught up we get in the dream of being saved and cared for, how often we fall into the trap of making someone else our world.