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.

Sure, there was no guarantee any of these things would actually happen as he envisioned. But maybe that wasn‟t the point.It was the planning that counted, whether it ever came to fruition or not.

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

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.