The look that passes between Jeffrey and Kimber right then feels like it requires a swell of cheesy music in the background. Aw, I think. Baby brother's in love. I also find this kind of gross.

Writers have superpowers.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

Haven't you guessed by now? I say, my heart hammering. My home is you.

Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you.

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

There's nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.