#ockler

But sometimes you gotta just take things for what they are and appreciate them, not try to label it or explain it. Explanations take the mystery out of it, you know?

The first moments of being awake are neutral, as they always are, waiting for us to assign memory and meaning from the day before.

When someone you love dies, people ask you how you're doing, but they don't really want to know. They seek affirmation that you're okay, that you appreciate their concern, that life goes on and so can they. Secretly they wonder when the statute of limitations on asking expires (it's three months, by the way. Written or unwritten, that's about all the time it takes for people to forget the one thing that you never will).

Sometimes you go to a place where everything is different, and everything you ever know changes, and no one ever looks at you the same.

We all long for what could have been.

Whenever you make a choice, something or someone becomes the unchosen, and that path vanishes forever, unexplored.

Sometimes love was a tonic. Sometimes it was a weapon. And so often it was nearly impossible to tell the difference.

Not everyone gets a happy ending, however deserved it may be.