Mia and I had been together for more than two years, and yes, it was a high school romance, but it was still the kind of romance where I thought we were trying to find a way to make it forever, the kind that, had we met five years later and had she not been some cello prodigy and had I not been in a band on the rise - or had our lives not been ripped apart by all this -I was pretty sure it would've been.

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

Forward momentum. That's my new motto. No regrets. And no going back.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.

How is it possible that a boyfriend ceases to exist from one day to another?