Sometimes love can be an ugly thing.
Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.
Nothing like being scolded by a hippie.
Some things don't last forever, but some things do.
Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.
All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.