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

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.

Time goes by slowly when you spend it waiting.

Sometimes a shock to the system is a good thing, you know? Like a reminder that you're alive.

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

But what I realize, here, now, is that it's not actually making the choice that takes courage. It's facing it afterward. Owning up to it, whether it's good or bad.

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