Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

And I felt comfort. Finally. All I'd wanted for so long was for someone to explain everything that had happened to me in this same way. To label it neatly on a page: this leads to this leads to this. I knew, deep down, it was more complicated than that, but watching Jason, I was hopeful. He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I had to wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me. So I moved myself closer to him, and I'd been there ever since.

Look. We both know life is short, Macy. Too short to waste a single second with anyone who doesn't appreciate and value you.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.

So maybe it wasn't the fairy tale. But those stories weren't real anyway. Mine were.

Very quietly, I heard a voice in my ear.It said, in a weird, cheesy, right-out-of-one-of-my-mother's-novels way, "Ah. Wemeet again." I turned my head, just slightly, and right there, practically on top of me, was theguy from the car dealership. He was wearing a red Mountain Fresh Detergent T-shirt - not just fresh: mountain fresh! - it proclaimed, and was smiling at me. "Oh,God," I said. "No, it's Dexter.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.