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

But when’s the last time you took a chance? Or didn’t do what someone else expected of you? Or did something you really wanted to, even though you probably shouldn’t have?

That's the best part. The how.

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.

Nothing could be left to chance, because chance, after all, can be dangerous. But what I didn't realize all that time, what I missed all along, is that chance is everywhere. It's also what life is made of. It's all around us, but most of the time we never see it working.

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