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

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

This wasn't because he liked me, I was sure. It had more to do with him banking on what we of wedding age had all become witnesses to-how during these wedding weekends, single women, feeling a little lonely, maybe, or just feeling a little too far from being the bride, found themselves loosening their own rules, opting to be more flexible, more quickly.

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

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.

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.

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