They’re both a little crazy , both a little messed up. But they’re choosing to be messed up together.

He could leave. I could leave. We could both end up heartbroken, sitting on the floor of our souls and trying to piece together our lives again. But, we could also find forever. We could take the next steps together—toward a year, five, or maybe, forever. And that was a game worth playing.

We were in it together, no matter what was to come, and we would fight for the win. For each other. Until the last whistle blew.

She was like a Rubik's Cube in a blind man's hand - impossible to figure out. And yet I was the blind man determined to try.