How do you explain it when you find in someone what youve been waiting for your whole life? Do you call it fate? It feels lazy to call it fate. Its more like finding your way homewhere home is a place you secretly hoped for, a place you imagined, but where youd never before been. Home. When you werent sure youd ever get to have one. Thats what he was to me. Thats who he was.

The Last Thing He Told Me by Laura Dave