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Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. Lock & Key

Sure, it sucked to be lost, but I'd long ago realized I preferred it to depending on anyone else to get me where I needed to go. That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened-- good, bad, or anywhere in between-it was always, if nothing else, all your own.

But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.

But 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. You know?

The thing is, it's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do-need to do-more than anything.  It can kind of scare the crap out of you.  

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better l earn to know the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what its saying.

This moment was real too, even if you couldn't tell at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look, to tell.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below

That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly though, things weren't so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I'd come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me ofthis one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn't know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.

Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it.

I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.  

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

The chances we take, knowing no better, to fall or to stand back and hold ourselves in, protecting our hearts with the tightest of grips.

But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance... Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.

Maybe I would have protected my heart from some things, but would that really have been better? To hold myself apart because I was too scared that something might not be forever.

Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd be resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big way, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

Love is an excuse to put with the stuff that you shouldn't. That's how it gets you. It throws off the scales so that things that should weigh heavily don't seem to. It's a crock. A trap.

She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know. 

If what you're asking is how I debated whether or not to love her the answer is I didn't. Not at all. It just happened. I didn't ever question it; by the time I realized what was happening, it was already done.

I knew that there were no guarentees. No way of knowing what came next for me, for him, or anybody. Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there...

And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you

In the end, I'll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness... those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.