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

There are different ways to be confused about how someone's disappointed you. Some lie about the future because they wanted to forget the past. But some will lie about the past because they think it will give you both a future.

Why does it take fear to move you? Why does it take chaos to make us understand exactly what we need to do?

I couldn't help but wonder if that was what love was -- believing that someone was going to come through, in the end, and that it would still count

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

It's harder to appreciate what you don't have to look hard to find.

People screw up, you know. You shouldn't hold it against them. You shouldn't expect everyone to know everything you're thinking about or not getting from them. It doesn't mean they don't love you. They just screwed up.