I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

Nick? Nick Hurley?" I asked, laughing. He took back his hat. "You'll be sorry to hear I don't make gross faces as much as I used to. Now I'd rather smile at girls." "I noticed" He waved his hat around as if he was trying to dry it, his green eyes sparkling at me, as full of fun and trouble as when he was in elementary school. I realxed.

old grudges and bitterness always hurt the individual more than the one whom he believes injured him.

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.

I glanced up at him. "I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.

It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.

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