It took me a lifetime to realizethings don't get lost if they don't have value- you don't miss what you don't care about.

Why do some memories bleed out of nowhere and others stay locked behind doors?

When you showed someone how you felt, it was fesh and honest. Whe you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.

but if I've learned anything, it's that we don't know half of what we think we do. And we know ourselves least of all.

Perhaps he d always known that the truth of a person lies in the heart.

The best relationships were the ones where both sides went out of their way to make sure the other wasn't disappointed.

What if it turns out that a life isn’t defined by who you belong to or where you came from, by what you wished for or whom you’ve lost, but instead by the moments you spend getting from each of these places to the next?