The further you go, the more you have to be proud of. At the same time, in order to come a long way, you have to be behind to begin with. IN the end, though maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

Best Friends. And I thought of what she had done all the millions of times I cried to her, collapsing at even the slightest wounding of my heart or pride. So I reached over and pulled her to me, wrapping my arms around her, and held my best friend close, returning so many favors all at once.

Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.

With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.

Don't give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.