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.

There's this other half of him I don't know of, it's like he is trying to keep it a secret... if he would just let me inside so I can help.

Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

Okay. Enough." I got out of the closet, brushing myself off, then turned around to face her. "This is happening. So you need to go downstairs, face your fears, and make the best of it, and everything will be okay." She narrowed her eyes at me. "When did you suddenly become so positive?" "Just get out of there.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.