If we knew what comes next, we never would have worried.
Desire sets our compass, but real life steers our course.
You can find something truly important in an ordinary minute.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
You may not have known the reason at the time, and that is what heaven is for. For understanding your life on earth.