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

Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.

When you don't know where you're going, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to have more than you need.

Sometimes, you get things right the first time. Others, the second. But the third time, they say, is the charm.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

Only a weak person needed someone else around all the time.

She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume.com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.