The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

I'd known enough people for every minute of the day, and yet still didn't have anyone as my two a.m.

It hadn't even occured to me that somebody would believe mine.

Once she'd loved my filet mignon, my carnivore inklings, but now she was a vegan princess, living off of beans. She'd given up the cheese and bacon, sworn off Burger King, and when I wouldn't do the same she gave me back my ring. I stood there by the romaine lettuce, feeling my heart pine. Wishing that this meatless beauty still would be all mine. She turned around to go to checkout, fifteen items or less. And I knew this was the last go-round, so this is what I said. ... "Don't you ever give me no rotten tomato, 'cause all I ever wanted was your sweet potato.

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.

How weird was it that so many bits and pieces, all diverse, could make something whole. Something with potential. 'Perfect.

Hey, think fast!' I just looked at Fave as he chucked the basketball at me with possibly the worst overhand throw I'd ever seen. It landed to my far right, then bounced past me, banging against my dad's truck. 'Do you have a vision problem of something?' I asked him. 'Just keeping you on your toes,' he replied