But when you're alone in the world, really alone, you have no choice but to be open to suggestions.

Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you." You said the other day life was long," I shot back. "Which is it?" It's both," she said, shrugging. "It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing." Nothing can be two opposite things at once," I said. "It's impossible." No," she replied, squeezing my hand, "what's impossible is that we actually think it could be anything OTHER than that.

In those first few hours officially single again the world seems like it expands, suddenly bigger and more vast now that you have to get through it alone.

What," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.

You're not supposed to have it all figured out in high school. If you knew it all, and it was the best, it's all downhill from there.