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

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

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

Being left makes you doubt your ability to keep people, even friends.

It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.

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

It was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.