all we have is our deep and abiding love for each other. We can't loose that or we loose ourselves. If we don't help each other, who will?

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

Always make your needs and expectations known,she used to say. That way no one gets hurt.

To think, after all this time, after all the searching and all the waiting, after all the regret and the time she'd spent away, she came back to find that happiness was right where she's left it. On a football field in Mullaby, North Carolina. Waiting for her.

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.