Or maybe it's not a miracle. Maybe this is just life. When you open yourself up to it. When you put yourself in the path of it. When you say yes.

She said if she couldn't play, she had nothing left. What about me?

It's funny the things you think you're scared of until they're upon you, and then you're not.

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key, or pick the lock, or knock the damn thing down. And sometimes, it doesn’t even show you the door, and you have to build it yourself.

We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.