She doesn’t believe in God, per se. She believes in a Higher Being, a nonspecific entity who has some sort of cosmic control. She believes in love in all forms, and she doesn’t believe in a God that would condemn that. She is too much in love with this life to imagine forsaking it for a second, promised one; to waste it, she thinks, would be a tragedy.
“We are all like fireworks. We climb, shine, and always go our separate ways and become further apart. But even if that time comes, let’s not disappear like a firework, and continue to shine… forever.”—T. Hitsugaya (BLEACH) (via macaroononastick)
So you stand in front of the mirror and you work up all these really eloquent and poetic things your going to say when you finally bump into him. And then all of a sudden, one day there he is, right in front of you and you can’t say a thing. And then the light changes, and he is gone. And you never got to say what you so badly want to say.