Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?

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.

Like magic, she felt him getting nearer, felt it like a pull in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger but deeper, heavier. Like the best kind of expectation. Ice cream expectation. Chocolate expectation.

He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.

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

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.