How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

This was our common ground, the secret we shared but never spoke aloud. I should have been with him; she should have left him alone. Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

I took in a breath. "What's the one thing you'd do," I asked. "if you could do anything?" Pass," he said. For a second I was sure I'd heard wrong. "What?" He cleared his throat. "I said, I pass." Why?" He turned his head and looked at me. "Because." Because why?" Because I just do.

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.

I just do the best I can under the circumstances.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?