Where you come from does matter -- but not nearly as much as where you are headed.

Once the world was pulled out from beneath your feet, did you ever get to stand on firm ground again?

History isn't about dates and places and wars. It's about the people who fill the spaces between them.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

How could I not have seen this coming, when I looked into your eyes and vowed to be with you forever?

But love wasn't about sacrifice, and it wasn't about falling short of someone's expectations. By definition, love made you better than good enough; it redefined perfection to include your traits, instead of excluding them. All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else's life would not have been as rich without us here.

When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.