Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.
I understood all that in my head, but I still didn‟t believe it in my heart.
You just work through it. You just hang in there.
I realize then that it's not enough to know what someone is called. You have to know who they are.
You know, I thought about that a lot these last couple of years," She says in a choked voice. "About who was there for you. Who held your hand while you grieved for all that you'd lost?
But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.