I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn’t already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.

She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.

Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.

Maybe, you just misplaced it, you know? It's been there. But you just haven't been looking in the right spot. Because lost means forever, it's gone. But misplaced... that means it's still around, somewhere. Just not where you thought.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?