Sitting and waiting for something to happen was the worst kind of torture.

I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

I'm remembering how this works. How life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong or could go worng, and complaints about the world around you. How a person you're excited about can remind you there's stuff going on beyond... routine oil changes and homework. Stuff that matters. Stuff to look forward to.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

One of my favorite authors is Robert Cormier. He was a devout Catholic and a very nice man, which might not be the impression you get from reading his books.

You were never what I wanted to forget.

the past only had whatever power you gave it; life was what you made it and if you wanted something different from what you had, it was up to you to make it happen.