The thing is, you can’t always have the best of everything. Because for a life to be real, you need it all: good and bad, beach and concrete, the familiar and the unknown, big talkers and small towns.

As if he was beating me to the punch, his words living forever, while I was left speechless, no rebuttal, no words left to say.

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

You, have this whole tall, dark stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit. And you, have that whole blonde cool and collected perfect smart thing going on. You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with. You, are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day.

Not for the first time, I wished both of us could just say what we meant. But that, like so much else, was impossible

I'd come here planning to leave as soon as I could. It was a pit stop, not a destination. I had my whole life mapped out." "So what happened?" "I guess that map didn't turn out to be mine after all.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.