Life isn't fair. Three words. The most honest three words ever put together. More honest than the temporary "I love you"s. Love doesn't last forever. Life's harshness lasts until death. Therefore, until life ends, it will remain unfair. There is nothing anyone can do about it. People try. Some claim to succeed. I don't buy that. No matter what, there will be a moment in which everybody will think to themselves "Life isn't fair". Luke said "I love you". He didn't mean it. If he did, he wouldn't have cheated and I wouldn't be saying "Life isn't fair". It's not fair. Luke was my safe choice that I believed couldn't hurt me. He was supposed to be safe. Sam didn't seem safe. He's messy. With Sam there is passion. It can go one of two ways. He could either break my heart into tiny shards that would never be safe enough for anyone to try to pick up the pieces, or we could be something wonderful. But I was scared, so scared that it would go to hell and he would leave me broken. And so my safe choice instead broke me. But Luke didn't have the same power over me as Sam does. I may be broken, but the pieces are not so sharp that no one will bother to pick them up. No. In fact, Sam seems to be picking up a new piece every day and putting it back in its rightful place. As I walk out the door of the station, I see Sam leaning against his truck. "So McNally, you need a ride?" he asked, giving me a dimpled smile. "Sure." The last piece found its place, leaving me whole again. Maybe life isn't fair, but at least it's pointing me in the right direction.