I want to ask him where that kitchen is. Where he's from. But he seems guarded. Or maybe it's me. Maybe making friends is a specific skill, and I missed the lesson.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

Life might take you down different roads. But each of you gets to decide which one to take.

But seventeen is an inconvenient time to fall in love.

I recognized that the kiss was a door I had walked through.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.