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.

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.

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

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

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

Josh had told me a long time ago that he had this theory that an entire relationship was based on what occurred over the course of the first five minutes you know each other. That everything that came after those first minutes was just details being filled in. Meaning: you already knew how deep the love was, how instinctually you felt about someone. What happened in their first five minutes? Time stopped.