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

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

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

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.

We loved each other in the same difficult, unusable way where you took turns doing it, instead of ever managing to do it at the same time.

I'm not sure we get to choose when or where we find what we're looking for.

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.