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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.