I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he's listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I'm not there, which is almost all the time.
Megan McCaffertyDon't stop doing what you love. Don't let your future be ruined by a bunch of loony sand monkeys.
Megan McCaffertyI thought Marcus was going to be in my life forever. Then I thought I was wrong. Now heโs back. But this time I know whatโs certain: Marcus will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. Especially people. Strangers become friends. Friends become lovers. Lovers become strangers. Strangers become friends once more, and over and over. Tomorrow, next week, fifty years from now, I know Iโll get another one-word postcard from Marcus, because this one doesnโt have a period signifying the end of the sentence. Or the end of anything at all.
Megan McCafferty