Sometimes you can't know until you know.

If you can't trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child?

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.

A long flight. Jetlag. Immigration. Customs. And then finally, that first step into a new place, that moment of exhilaration and disorientation, each feeding the other. That moment when anything can happen

I can keep picking small fights, or brave the big one. Time to screw my courage. Or go down trying.

Doubt is part of searching. Same as faith.

Willem, I suspect deep down you know exactly why you're here, exactly what you want, but you're unwilling to the wanting, let alone the having. Because both of those propositions are terrifying.