You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

At every wedding someone stays home.

He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

[Adam picks up the camera] "I have to get a shot of this." The reaction in the room was swift, and unanimous: every single person except me raised their hands at once to cover their faces. The accompanying utterances, though, were varied. I heard everything from "Please no" (Maggie), to "Jesus Christ" (Wallace), to "Stop it or die" (I'm assuming it's obvious).