I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy.

It was a secret time and place, you next to me, untraceable and out of this world

There are few sights sadder than a ruined book.

It is always terrible to be told to go play with people one doesn't know.

To stutter through it with you or even stop stuttering and say nothing, was so lucky and soft, better talk than mile-a-minute with anyone. After a few minutes we’d stop rattling, we’d adjust, we’d settle in, and the conversation would speed into the night.

It's different," you said. "You've made, Min, everything different for me. Everything's like coffee you made me try, better than I ever - or the places I didn't even know were right on the street, you know? I'm like this thing I saw when I was little, where a kid hears a noise under his bed and there's a ladder there that's never been there before, and he climbs down and, it's for kids I know, but this song starts playing..." Your eyes were traveling in the treey light.

I have a dream of what would have happened if what happened instead hadn't.