It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.
There was no way to take the story back, folding it neatly into the place I'd kept it all this time. No matter what else happened, from here on out, I would always remember Wes, because with this telling, he'd become part of that story, of my story, too.
It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.
You knew the truth all along, Colie. That's all matters. You knew.
A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.
In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.
I was bored. Sad. Lonely. It was only a matter of time before I cracked.
With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.
You could just tell when a person belonged somewhere. That is something you can't fake, no matter how hard you try
With total strangers, it had always been my policy to expect the worst. Usually they-and those that you knew best, for that matter-did not disappoint.
It's not always easy being her daughter.' I think,' she said, 'sometimes it's hard no matter whose daughter you are.
An ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have the last word.
The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.
As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.