“Perfect love was that kind of love that made no sense but made everything else make sense somehow. It was raw and unscripted, turbulent and slightly unpredictable.”
“It all made perfect sense, and at the same time, nothing seemed to make sense at all.”
“Suddenly everything finally made sense because, paradoxically, I finally accepted that it never would make sense. That's life. It's not all wrapped up with a tidy bow - it's crazy and disorganized and unpredictable, and so are the people who live it.”
“It never made sense for you to love me.”
“It made perfect sense, and at the same time nothing seemed to.”
“Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.”