It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

Everything looks different when you're older, not staring up at the world but down upon it.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do.

And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.