You mistake love. You think it has to have a future in order to matter, but it doesn't. It's the only thing that does not need to become at all. It matters only insofar as it exists. Here. Now. Love doesn't require a future.

Those are the things that define us. The way we love the people around us, and the choices we make to show it. That's what makes us who we are.

How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?

They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers.

That's the thing about life -- these moments that define us emerge out of nothing. A missed call. A trip down the stairs. A car accident. They happen in a moment, a breath.

It never occurred to me that fate might not be forever.

We're so close to the previous minute; how hard would it be to just turn back the clock? To just quickly undo what has just been done?

Love doesn't require a future.

Sometimes...the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.