I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.

Or in other words, it's the substance you've got when you start that determines the outcome.

Do you know how there are moments when the world moves so slowly you can feel your bones shifting, your mind tumbling? When you think that no matter what happens to you for the rest of your life, you will remember every last detail of that one minute forever?

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

I don't know what he means by that, but I nod and smile at him. You'd be surprised at how far that response can get you in a conversation where you are completely confused.

Just because you didn't put a name to something did not mean it wasn't there.