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

Magic is what we invent when we want something we think we cant have.

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.

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

To this day she could make tap water boil just by kissing him.

If we measured life in the things that almost happened, we wouldn't get anywhere.

When people believe you have something to give, something no one else has, they'll go to great lengths and pay a lot of money for it.