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Who do you regret losing the most?
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“It’s about who you miss at 2 in the afternoon when you’re busy, not 2 in the morning when you’re lonely.”
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“The pain comes easily when you have noticed the little things about them—the curl of their eyelashes, the tiniest dimple upon their chin, the way they look at the ground when figuring out a way not to hurt you with what is said next, the difference between their smirk and their smile. It comes easily because every aspect of them is amplified a thousand times. Every aspect surges through you with the knowledge that you have to let those things finally go.”
— Noor Shirazie, Into the Wildfire: Mourning Departures
“You are a burning city of remorse and bad decisions. Through the smoke, I wonder—if we could go back, would we have done anything differently?”
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“Stay if you can provide a space for us that will not collapse. I cannot take further destruction. My body is tired and incapable of transporting itself from one death to another. I demand security. I demand a home that can hold itself up when its strength is tested. Too often have I watched fists punch through love like it was made from nothing more than drywall and disappointment.”
— Noor Shirazie