I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

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.

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

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

Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.

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.

How can we know the true meaning of charity if we don't even know how to help those closest to us?