What you need, what you deserve, is a guy who adores you for what you are. Who doesn't see you as a project, but a prize. you know?

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.

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. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.

I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.

It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

I wasn't sure what I expected her to do or say to this. It was all new to me from that second on. But clearly, she'd been there before. It was obvious in the easy way she shrugged off her bag, letting it fall with a thump onto the sand, before sitting down beside me. She didn't pull me close for a big bonding hug or offer up some saccharine words of comfort, both of which would have sent me running for sure. Instead she gave me nothing but her company, realizing even before I did this that this, in fact, was just what I needed.