I always interpret coincidences as little clues to our destiny

She was alive, and they were dead. She had to try to make her life big. As big as she could. She promised Bailey she would keep playing.

She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

Love didn't necessarily look the way you expected it to.

I'm writing this down, because it is going to be hard for me to say it. Because this is probably our last time just us. See, I can write that down, but I don't think I can say it. I'm not doing this to say goodbye, though I know that has to be part of it. I'm doing it to thank you for all we have had and done and been for one another, to say I love you for making this life of mine what it is. Leaving you is the hardest thing I have to do. But the thing is, the best parts of me are in you, all three of you. You are who I am, and what I cherish in myself stays on in you.

As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.