It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

How we see the world changes all the time. It all depends on our mood.

But surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.

I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.

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.

The word lethologica describes the state of not being able to remember the word you want.

When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.