He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.

We sat in silence, both of us looking up at the stars. He was probably envisioning a machine headed for Pluto. I wished i was on that machine.

He leaned over her, the sun behind his head making a halo of gold, his face lit by the reflections off the water.

You've grown up, girl. You've grown up real nice, Welcome home

I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.

i love you Ivy. I'll never stop loving you." "I prayed for one more chance to reach you," he said, "to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you,Ivy, and you were meant for someone else.