Maybe marriage, like life, is'nt only about the big moments, whether they be good or bad. Maybe it's all the small things — like being guided slowly forward, surely, day after day — that stretches out to strengthen even the most tenuous bond.

Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.

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

You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.

D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.

I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.