There was only so much space between us, not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches, all the things that told you how far you'd come or had left to go. But it was a big space, if only for me. And as I moved forward to him covering it, he waited there on the other side. It was only the last little bit I has to go, but in the end, I knew it would be all I would truly remember. So as I kissed him, bringing this summer and everything else full circle, I let myself fall, and was not scared of the ground I knew would rise up to meet me.

When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.