And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

Mia,” Kim said, an edge of warning in her voice signaling the end of her patience. “You’re starting to act like one of those girls. Do you need to get me a gun?

I don’t want to be that person, who just takes things.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to have had her company in my head—the comfort that would’ve brought.

I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn’t even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

Something special is ending, and you're sad, but you can't be that said because, hey, it was good while it lasted, and there'll be other vacations, other good times.