Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

Once, this had been the life I’d wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn’t believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I’d never known anything else.

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.