You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.

Her joy with him was like nothing she had ever experienced. His love for her felt like a miracle.

I'm sorry that you're still hurting.

Despite what I said about staying the way we were, I changed. I, who have always believed in speaking my mind and made it my mission to uncover the truth, have found myself keeping secrets. Sometimes life is more complicated than the simple rules we make for it.

I took a step back. "Here." He plunked his wet hat on my head. "Don't go anywhere," he told me, then turned away.

He can't remeber who he is or where he lives." "Well that's convenient." "Not when it rains.

Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.