Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone. Right?

Wasn't that the point to being married? That you had a partner, someone you trusted, to help with important decisions.

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.

Those who decided to stick with her would be her true friends. The others would just be scenery.

After you finish a book, the story still goes on in your mind. You can never change the beginning. But you can always change the end.

Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what's real in life, and in one's own heart.