Remember that no matter where I am or what I'm doing I've got a special place inside me that's all for you. It's been there since the day we met.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

I'm remembering how this works. How life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong or could go worng, and complaints about the world around you. How a person you're excited about can remind you there's stuff going on beyond... routine oil changes and homework. Stuff that matters. Stuff to look forward to.

the mark we've left on each other is the color and shape of love. That's the unfinished business between us. because love, love is never finished.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

Sitting and waiting for something to happen was the worst kind of torture.