As we approached each other, the noise and the students around us melted away and we were utterly alone, passing, smiling, holding each other's eyes, floors and walls gone, two people in a universe of space and stars.

Friendship isn't always sunnyside up.

We live in a silent explosion, Everything is flying away from everything else... flying away... flying away...

Best friends are always together, always whispering and laughing and running, always at each other's house, having dinner, sleeping over. They are practically adopted by each other's parents. You can't pry them apart.

We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home.

She laughed, and the desert sang.

I went to Gettysburg College, where the famous Civil War battle was fought. I majored in English. I would've liked to major in writing, but they didn't offer a major in that.