It's like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable - different reactions to the same temperature.

hey Lynch I didn't leave that car for it to sit while you just blow III

It was about falling asleep with Sam's chest pressed against my back so I could feel his heart slow to match mine. It was about growing up and realizing that the feel of his arms around me, the smell of him when he was sleeping, the sound of his breathing -- that was home and everything I wanted at the end of the day. It wasn't the same as being with him and we were awake.

She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.

Boys,' she says, 'just aren't very good at being afraid.

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

I had risked everything, and I had nothing to show for it but my open hand, lying empty and palm up toward the ceiling.