I often wonder what drives people to do things. Whether it's put into their minds at birth, or if it is learned as they grow. Maybe it's even forced upon them by circumstances that are out of their hands. Does anyone have control over their lives or are we all helpless?

I brush her hair back from her forehead. "You need to stop worrying about everything that can't be controlled." She signs and leans away from my hand, "That's just it, though. It's all I can think about anymore. It's like this fixation I have no control over which makes no sense because Im fixated on controlling the uncontrollable." She's breathing wildly. Shit. I need to calm her down.

But no matter what happens, I spoke up, made a voice for myself, freed from the haunting memories that have owned me for the last six years. I found my courage.

Seize the day, take hold of it, and make it whatever you want.

Nel corso delle nostre vite ci incontriamo per pura combinazione e, per un momento,i nostri cuori battono all'unisono

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it."
"Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could ever understand.