Sometimes you're traveling a highway, the only road you've ever known and wham! A semi comes from nowhere and rolls right over you. Sometimes you dont wake up. But if you happen to you know things will never be the same. Sometimes that's not so bad. Sometimes lives instersect, no rhyme, no reason, except, perhaps, for a passing semi.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.

Love is for children and dimwads.

In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.

I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.

It's just so hard to feel good, you know?" I do know. And more than that, it's just so incredibly hard to feel. (54)

But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.