Sometimes I think one honest, heartbreaking ending is better the thousands of tiny, repeated heartbreaks that come from never getting a chance to say goodbye.

We might never see the unintentional pain we've caused. But that doesn't mean it wasn't our fault.

The problem wasn't what they'd always thought. For years they'd fully believed they just weren't good enough. That's what the world around them had made them think time and time again. But, it turns out, the problem was never that they weren't good enough. It was that they were exactly good enough.

I fear it will surprise you to know that it was never about the big things.
It was never about the letters or the films or the food.
It was never about big gestures or carefully crafted words.
They were the consequence, not the cause.