It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.
It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.
How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?
To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.
When someone needs help, you help. Right?
Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.