An Unexpected Paradise

by Chelsea Curto

I ponder the question for a moment. “I don’t think so. There are some aspects of my life I wish I could change or do again. But do I regret anything?

No. As cliché as it sounds, I truly think everything happens for a reason. Even the shitty parts. It’s like we have to wade through the mud, puddles, and persistent rain to find the rainbows, you know?” “What if we don’t have an umbrella?” “You find someone who will share.”

Love doesn’t pick the pretty parts to like about someone; it’s all-encompassing.