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.
How could someone with a life this full feel this empty?
It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.
Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.
He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.