The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.

The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.

Love can make up for a lot.

Family isnt about blood relationships, its about the meaning behind them. I relize now that sharing chromosoms is not the only way to having a family, its about the friendship behind it.

Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.

I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome. "Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.