But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

Because it is so hard, in any life, to believe in what you can’t fully understand.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

Because' I repeated, as a breeze blew over us, "sometimes things just happen. That aren't expected. Or on the list." "Such as?" he asked "I don't know," I said, frustrated. "That's the point. It would be out of the blue, taking us by surprise. Something we might not be prepared for." "But we will be prepared," he said, confused. "We'll have the list.

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.