The language of solace, and comets, and the girls we all become, in the end.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.

I wanted to tell him so. Find the right words, string them together in the ideal way, knowing that here they would have the best chance of sounding perfect.

How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you? I had no idea. More than ever, though, right then I had to believe the answer would just come to me.

In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

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.