Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

It's funny how someone's perception of you can be formed without you even knowing it.

You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

I sat up, sliding them off, and the quiet around me did not, for once, seem empty and vast. Instead, for the first time in a while, it felt like it already was full.

All of my stories, they don't come from my high school experience, but they're definitely based on things that happened to me in high school, or things that happened to friends of mine, or things that I wish had happened to me.