I believe we write our own stories, and each time we think we know the end, we don't. Perhaps luck exist somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. Life is funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong. 

i hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you..

- what if i just leave?