Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

It was amazing how you could get so far from where you'd planned, and yet find it was exactly were you needed to be.

The silence wasn't like the ones I'd known lately, though: it wasn't empty as much as chosen. There's a entirely different feel to quiet when you're with some-one else, and at any moment it could be broken. Like the difference between a pause and an ending.

I always thought I was different.

The mistakes you make now count. Not for everything, and not forever. But they do matter, and they shape you.

There comes a time in every life when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your heart.

Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.