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.
I love when you do that,” he whispered. “Do what?” “Exist.
Our past has a funny way of becoming part of who we are in the future, and I think that’s the way it’s meant to be. Without the scars, without the pain, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate the times when everything is magical — the days when life is absolute bliss.
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.
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.