Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.

The area was encompassed in a bubble of warm, fragrant steam from the funnel cake deep fryers. It smelled like sweet vanilla cake batter you licked off a spoon.

She'd always known he didn't love her. But it was easier to bear when he didn't know she loved him. That way they were even. Now he knew he had all the power.

But one thing she [Rachel] did believe in was love. She believed that you could smell it, that you could taste it, that it could change the entire course of your life.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.