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.

It was early evening when they walked outside, the sky the color of pink lemonade.

Living down your own past was hard enough. You shouldn't have to live down someone else's.

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

People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted.

Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.