I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened - good, bad, or anywhere in between - it was always, if nothing else, all your own.

Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?" I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This." I said. And then I kissed him.

It's so, so stupid what we do to ourselves because we're afraid. It's so stupid.

If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

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.