Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.

I might kiss you. I might be bad at it. That's not possible.

Life, he decided, was for living, not for having, and he wanted to experience every moment that he could.

How about we just see where life takes us for awhile?

I finished your song, she said. Our last song. And I want to play it for you.

He'd lived long enough to know that everyone handled grief in different ways, and little by little, they all seemed to accept their new lives.

You were spying on us?" "It was kind of hard not to. You were right there by the workshop with Will. it looked like he was practically squishing you to death." "He wasn't," Ronnie assured him. "I'm just saying how it looked." She smiled. You'll understand when you're a little older.