Change is inevitable, though," he replied. "As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

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

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

Once, this had been the life I’d wanted. Even chosen. Now, though, I couldn’t believe that there had been a time when this kind of monotony and silence, this most narrow of existences, had been preferable. Then again, once, I’d never known anything else.

In my group of friends, I was always the one who remembered everything. The stories, the boys my friends and I dated, all the details. So I think a part of me was always filing them away, although at the time I wasn't sure why.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.