It seems to me that the experiences that stay with you, the things you'll always remember, aren't the ones you can force, or go looking for. I've always thought of those things as the ones that somehow find you.

We're all more than the person we show to everyone else. At least I hope so. Because I feel like there's more to me than that. I just haven't had the chance yet to show it.

I read once that water is a symbol for emotions. And for a while now I've thought maybe my mother drowned in both.

Time goes by slowly when you spend it waiting.

But sometimes life gives us those rare moments where we do see chance as it’s happening. And in those moments, we have a choice. And sometimes we have to take a risk. And it’s scary. It makes us vulnerable. But I know now it’s worth it.

That’s what seems the most sad to me—that neither of them even think there’s a possibility they can be together.

You know... sometimes we meet our destiny on the road we take to avoid it.