They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

There is so much freedom in not having to choose.

Scars are proof we can can survive

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

I know everything and nothing about him all at the same time.

The past doesn't change no matter how much time you spend thinking about it. Good and bad all add up to the whole. Take away one piece, no matter how small, and the whole changes. Whether it's optimism, pessimism or fatalism, I don't spend my time wishing for the past to be different so present would be different, too. I control my future with what I choose now.