That was the thing about being on the inside: the world was just going on, even when it seemed like time for you had stopped for good.

Everyone had a forever.

So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

one word could change the whole world

Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

I don't know," I said. "Maybe you're right, and all that stuff I think I missed is overrated. Why should I even bother? What's the point really?" He thought for a moment. "Who says there has to be a point?" he asked. "Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do." He moved down to start bagging while I just stood there, letting this sink in. Just something you have to do. No excuse or rationale necessary. I kind of like that.

We were willing to do so much for the people we loved, even if it meant hurting ourselves. Maybe that, in the end, was what love- all kinds- was really about.