The basic fact is that no, this isn't ideal. Very few things are. Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push,so to speak.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

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.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.