But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.
Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.
Love is not something you protect. Itโs something you risk.
Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.
And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.
Because you donโt ever find things when youโre looking for them. You find them when youโre not.โ โIf that were true, nobody would ever find their keys.