Because maybe, the best of times were yet to come. You never knew.

It's hard to do," I said. Wes looked at me. "What is?" I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. "Get it right.

I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn’t already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.

Fine...a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.