Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.
Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore.
When you die, you just die. No ghost, no reincarnation, no heaven. People want to believe that their souls live on or whatever, but that's only because they can't handle the idea of the world going on without them.
I think love without heartbreak is a myth. A pretty myth, but the kind of myth that ultimately makes us feel worse about ourselves because we're somehow not able to make it come true.
If there's one common thread throughout all of history, it's that people have always fallen for the wrong people.
What really happened doesn't matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it.