That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about.

It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

So you should remember that, when you're thinking about what other people can deal with. Maybe it's not so bad.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you." You said the other day life was long," I shot back. "Which is it?" It's both," she said, shrugging. "It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing." Nothing can be two opposite things at once," I said. "It's impossible." No," she replied, squeezing my hand, "what's impossible is that we actually think it could be anything OTHER than that.

I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.

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