Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

Blank-slate friendships were thin and temperamental. She knew that. There was no history there to cement people together, for better or worse.

Girls like us, when we love, it takes everything we have.

Stability was overrated. Crises and adventures, on the other hand, could actually teach you something.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.