I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

All you really have... is now.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

Those are some strong currents you're swimming against.

Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it.