But it's strange, when you've always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while you wait, you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It's crazy. But when it's over, and it does come back, that's the best, because it's all you want, everything narrows to just that. It's this great rush, like for that one second everything's okay with the world again. It's amazing.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

its been a long night" "aren't they all?

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.

There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.