I read his words over again. I wasn’t sure what would happen with us. I knew that there were no guarantees. Terrible things happened when you were least expecting them, on sunny Saturday mornings, and the consequences just had to be lived with, every day. But it seemed that wonderful things could happen too. You could be forced to take a trip, not knowing who you would meet. Not knowing that it would change your life.
— Amy and Roger’s Epic Detour
I think I’m in the mindset that if I am with a nice, perfect guy for the rest of ever, he will never hurt me. If I am with someone a little less predictable, a little less sure, they are more prone to break my heart. And broken hearts make you stronger right?
Experience with heartbreak is what toughens you up, is the curse that puts doubt into your soul that keeps you awake and crying on the phone to your best friend at 4 AM, but in return it gives you a guard. And then you know what it’s like to be broken, so that when that right boy does come along, much later in life, you are ready to settle down and appreciate him for all that you’ve got. Of course there are flaws in this; what if you’re so full of doubt you just shoot everyone down and no one is good enough and you end up alone for all eternity? We’ll just have to see. Maybe alone will change meanings in time too.
