She turned to face him. She reached over and touched his hand, hesitantly, gently, amazed that after all these years had somehow known exactly what she'd needed to hear. When their eyes locked, she once again realized how special he was. And just for a fleeting moment, a tiny wisp of time that hung in the air like fireflies in summer skies, she wondered if she was in love with him again.

What's your heart telling you to do? I don't know.' Maybe, you're trying too hard to hear it.

But Noah, you're not supposed to do this, and I can't let you. So go back to your room." Then smiling softly and sniffling and shuffling some papers on the desk, she says: "Me, I'm going downstairs for some coffee. I won't be back to check on your for a while, so don't do anything foolish." She rises quickly, touches my arm, and walks toward the stairs. She doesn't look back, and suddenly I am alone. I don't know what to think. I look at where she had been sitting and see her coffee, a full cup, still steaming, and once again I learn that there are good people in the world.

I read over a hundred books a year and have done so since I was fifteen years old, and every book I've read has taught me something.

I gave you the best of me.

Too many people seem to believe that silence was a void that needed to be filled, even if nothing important was said.

It takes a long time to grow an old friend. Trust is built one single moment at a time.