“Well," Isaid finally, knowing he was waiting, “you make me laugh.” He nodded. “And?” “You're pretty good-looking." ""Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful." "You want to be beautiful?" I asked him. "Are you saying I'm not?"

In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

funny how a beautiful song could tell such a sad story

I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

Life has a way of disregarding even your best intentions.

And for one second, it was like I could feel the timing clicking together, finally pieces falling into place.

Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.