A place isn't a place until it has a bookstore.
...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
But in my defense, I knew enough about her to know I wanted to know everything else; I knew as much about her as she wanted me to know; I knew as much about her as anyone ever knows about anyone. And isn't love just curiosity at the beginning anyway?
In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.
Should have. Would have. Could have. Didn't.
In the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.