Prologue
Maybe by unknown
Maybe we’re supposed to meet the wrong people before we meet the right one, so that when they finally arrive, we’re truly grateful for the gift we’ve been given.
Maybe it’s true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’re missing until it arrives.
Maybe the happiest people don’t have the best of everything; they just make the best of everything that comes their way.
Maybe the best kind of love is the kind where you sit together on the sofa, saying nothing, and walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had.
Maybe, once in a lifetime, you find someone who not only touches your heart but also your soul—someone who loves you for who you are, not for who you could be.
Maybe the art of true love isn’t about finding the perfect person, but about seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
