Are You Seeing Anyone Romantically?" He Inquired.

Mortality Means You Don't Have Forever To Work Things Out. You Can Live Your Life Unexamined But Then On The Last Day You're Going To Think: 'i've Left Things A Little Late.

Lost Love Is Still Love. It Takes A Different Form, That's All. You Can't See Their Smile Or Bring Them Food Or Tousle Their Hair Or Move Them Around A Dance Floor. But When Those Senses Weaken Another Heightens. Memory. Memory Becomes Your Partner. You Nurture It. You Hold It. You Dance With It.

How Could He Find Perfection In Such An Average Day? Then I Realized This Was The Whole Point.

There Is No Such Thing As 'too Late' In Life.

All That Happens When Your Dreams Come True Is A Slow, Melting Realization That It Wasn't What You Thought.