We'd start slow, the way we always did, because the run, and the game, could go on for a while. Maybe even forever. That was the thing. You just never knew. Forever was so many different things. It was always changing, it was what everything was really all about. It was twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wished would last and last. But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening. Right then, as I ran with Wes into that bright sun, and every moment afterwards. Look, there. Now. Now. Now.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

You get what you give, but also what you're willing to take. The night before, I'd offered up my hand. Now, if I held on, there was no telling what it was possible to recieve in return.

We both know the limits of this relationship. It's understood. And as long as we're both comfortablewith that, nobody gets hurt. It's basic.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

Something had changed in me, even if I didn't know what it was just yet. All I could think was that I felt alive for the first time.

I trailed off and he didn't push me to finish. I was finding that I liked that.