You meet people, you part ways, sometimes you cross paths again. Mostly, you don't.

Girlfriend is such a stupid word. I couldn't stand calling her that. So, we had to get married, so I could call her 'wife.

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

He showed me how to get lost, and then I showed myself how to get found.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

And I kissed him back so hard, like I was trying to merge our bodies through our lips.

I've become to realize there's a world of difference between knowing something happened, even knowing why it happened, and believing it.