I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

I had this wild thought that he was the only one in all this chaos who was just like me, and that was comforting and profound all at once.

Life's too short to worry about the little things. Enjoy what you have today, not what you might get tomorrow

Right now, though, I wanted not to think forward or backward, but only to lose myself in the words.

A second later, when he looked up at me, we were face to face, and again, even under these circumstances, I was struck by how good looking he was, in that accidental, doesn't-even-know-it kind of way. Which only made it worse. Or better. Or whatever. "Yup", he said, as if there'd been any doubt, "you're in there, all right." "I was warned, too,"I told him, as he stood up. "I just saw that sculpture, and I got distracted." "The sculpture?" He looked at it, then at me. "Oh, right. Because you know it.

But you only get so many do-overs in this life, so many chances to, if not change your past, alter your future.

Okay," I said, "what's your biggest fear?" As always, he took a second to think about the answer. "Clowns," he said. "Clowns." "Yup." I just looked at him. "What?" he said, glancing over at me. "That is not a real answer," I told him. "Says who?" "Says me. I meant a real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence." He thought for a second. "Clowns.