Life is made of moments and choices. Not all of them matter, or have any lasting impact Then there's a different kind of moment. One when things are irrevocably changed by a choice we make. A moment we will play… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share
“Life is made of moments. and choices. Not all of them matter, or have any lasting impact. Skipping class in favor of a taste of freedom, picking a prom dress because of the way it transforms you into a princess… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“I can't promise the universe is gonna tell you what to do with your life up there. But if you can keep quiet and… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
That’s what seems the most sad to me—that neither of them even think there’s a possibility they can be together. — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“Finn told me once, as we sat on the porch watching the sun go down, that one thing he remembered our mom telling him… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“And the whole time I was pleading with fate, or chance, or whatever, for him to find me. Just find me again. Find me… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
We're all more than the person we show to everyone else. At least I hope so. Because I feel like there's more to me… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“Some things need to be said. And sometimes they require strong words.” — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“Suspended as we were, with no horizon line or landscape or anything else to draw a separation between the water and the sky, I… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“I can't go back. just like with everything else in my life. All I can do at this point is keep going forward. So… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
“Because that's the worse. That's worse than growing apart, or falling out of love, or even lying. Being with someone because you feel guilty… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share Image
Life is made of moments and choices. Not all of them matter, or have any lasting impact Then there's a different kind of moment. One when things are irrevocably changed by a choice we make. A moment we will play endlessly in our minds on lonely nights and empty days So we explain it to ourselves, justify it enough to… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share
“After a minute I leaned back, elbows on the table, and looked up for the twinkle of the first star in the evening sky. When we were little, it was a ritual Finn and I did on the front porch. He'd make his wish silently, and I would too, but I never could keep a secret; and I'd tell him… — Jessi Kirby Copy Share
