I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.

There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

If someone is really close with you, your getting upset or them getting upset is okay, and they don't change because of it. It's just part of the relationship. It happens. You deal with it.

It was as familiar to me as a song I'd been hearing my whole life, covered by various people but the basic tune the same.

If you have just one person believe in you, you'll always find your way