I Want To Make It Official, I

Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What You Make Of It.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

I Don't Really Know Why I Went To Law School.

The Worst Is When Someone In Your Past Trumps The Person In Your Present, And You Think To Yourself: If I'd Known This, Then Maybe I Wouldn't Have Let Him Go.

...love Is The Sum Of Our Choices, The Strength Of Our Commitments, The Ties That Bind Us Together.