Most of us won't see one another after graduation, and even if we do it will be different. We'll be different. We'll be adults--cured, tagged and labeled and paired and identified and placed neatly on our life path, perfectly round marbles set to roll down even, well-defined slopes.

They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.

Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.

My former people were not totally wrong. Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison. And if Alex no longer loves me, I can’t bear to think that he might love somebody else.

That's the thing about faith. It works.