Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.
Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?
Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.
I've seen what commitment leads to. Going in is the easy part. It's the ending that sucks! -Remy
Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.
It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.
It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.
I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.
Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damned hard.