The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.
Beginnings could happen more than once, or in different ways.
But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.
After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges.
But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.
If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.