As much as I'm drawn to writing about teenage girls, I like the idea of having the freedom to branch out and write about different ages, for different ages.

Relief is a short-lived emotion, passive and thin. The agony of doubt disappears, leaving little memory of how it really felt. Life aligns behind the new truth.

I knew her hair and her coloring and her shapes would be different next time, but the way she wore her body would keep on.

You forget your victories, but you remember the losses.

She must have sensed she never really had him. That was a sadness of hers, he knew.

Daniel?" "Yes." "Did you ever think we were meant not to be together?" "No. We are meant to be together. We are just meant to want it very badly.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.