We have to figure out how to let go, and forgive. This is our job.

That's the brutality of a breakup, isn't it? The people leaving think they did everything possible, the people left behind think what is possible hasn't even been tested yet.

You can't finish the things you weren't supposed to start.

These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.

Why could we say more to each other when it counted less?

Sometimes you don't know it. What you have been waiting your whole life for. You don't know until it is happening.

Belief isn't supposed to make sense, at least not all the time. In that, it finds its power. It gets to creep up on you and carry you forward. Until you can carry yourself again.