Nothing is never nothing. It's always something.

Anyway, it doesn't matter how much, how often, or how closely you keep an eye on things because you can't control it. Sometimes things and people just go. Just like that.

I think I need to face what I could have been in order to understand and accept what I am.

Every single ordinary person has an extraordinary story.

what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

And nobody had told them that they were short on time.