How do you know who you're supposed to spend the rest of your life with?

I think you’re very effective as a mediator, from what I’ve seen so far. Your genuine empathy shows; it literally glows on your face,” he added, “and I think people sense it, and open up to you.

She gasped. “You know what your problem is? You don’t take yourself… or anything… seriously enough!”
She sat rigidly, her teeth and her buttocks clenched tight, nostrils flaring with each impassioned breath, tears burning the back of her eyelids. Was she really having this debate with Bruce Koczynski? A man she believed incapable of these intense opinions and complex ideas? She didn’t even know he had the vocabulary. It was utterly disorienting.

Everyone deserves a second chance, except those who try to shaft me and fail.

I don't deserve you. I'm not made for relationships. I know I'm going to fuck this up. I'm going to drive you away or do something to hurt you, and you'll be added to my list of people I screwed over. You should walk away now.

I got this second chance at life, and I live it.