The Bodyguard

I mean, he’s not perfect.
But you don’t have to be perfect to be lovable.

[…] I wondered if having faith in yourself was just deciding you could do it—whatever it was—and then making yourself follow through.
So I decided something right then: Every chance you take is a choice. A choice to decide who you are.

'When you’re not around, even for a little while, I feel like I have to go find you. I just feel this pull to be near you. I want to know what you’re thinking, and what you’re up to, and how you feel. I want to take you places and show you things. I want to memorize you—to learn you like a song. And that nightgown, and the way you get so cranky when I leave my stuff all over the place, and the way you tie your hair back in that crazy bun. You make me laugh every single day—and nobody makes me laugh. I feel like I’ve been lost all my life until now—and somehow with you I’m just… found.'

'I think just because you can’t keep something doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth it. Nothing lasts forever. What matters is what we take with us. I’ve spent a lot of my life trying to escape. I’ve spent too much time on the run from hard things. But now I wonder if escape is overrated. I think, now, I’m going to try thinking about what I can carry forward. What I can hold onto. Not just only always what I have to leave behind.'
[…]
'To everything we’ve lost. And to what we hold onto.'