We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

In school, writing was the only thing that really came naturally to me, but it wasn't until college that I realized that I could do it for more than just fun.

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.