See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event - it's a process.

See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event - it's a process.

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

(Man, I wish life had emoticons, you know? So that when your dad pisses you off you could like click a mental button or something and just show him one of those rolleyes. That would rock) Anyway.

Yes,” Howie said solemnly. “I can teach you how to be more ‘street’”. “For God’s sake…” “Or is it ‘urban’? I can’t remember. Anyway, I can teach you, grasshopper. Or hip-hopper.

. . . but there's a restraining order in place.' She speaks slowly, choosing her words carefully. 'I'm not supposed to be this close to you.' You were never supposed to be this close to me,' I say, and I have no idea why.

I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.