He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

He didn't think he belonged here, so she was making him face some uncomfortable facts. People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

He reached out and pushed some hair behind her ears. The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you're in the ocean and a wave hits you. It's so soft and coll that it surprised you that it has such strength.

But relying on one person for your every need is so dangerous. One set of hands isn't enough to keep you from falling.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .