Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

I try very hard to keep my eyes from darting to Sean because I'm quite certain that no one will be able to miss how I look at him and how I find him looking back.

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

whether they'll write the story of my life as a tragedy or an epic fantasy... I was wondering if it was going to be a kiss at the end, or sad music and a sweeping camera shot over the fields I once roamed freely. I'm hoping for the kiss, but expecting the sweeping camera shot.

I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.

You're the nicest boy ever,", I told him, feeling undeserving and terrible. "You didn't have to get me anything. I like thinking about you thinking about me when I'm not around.