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

There are words and there are feelings and somewhere between where the two meet is the truth

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

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

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.

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.

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