We sit there, our eyes locked on one another, for several seconds. I know in my heart we're both thinking the same thing. Jacob leans forward over the candle, the shadow of the flame dancing against his bottom lip. I lean forward to meet him as well. It's a kiss full of promise, of trust, and of all that is magic.

it's a kiss full of promise, of trust and of all that is magic.

Okay, now you're starting to scare me," Wes says. "No, scary is the way people can alter their voices on cue. Like your imitation of that creepy guy who lives at your house." "You mean my dad?" he laughs.

Age is artificial. It's soulless. It doesn't matter one bit.

You need to screw up to learn. You need to experience to create greatness.

My thoughts amuse me.

I do know that living in the past only messes up your present