When you've never gotten love from someone, you don't know what it might look like if it ever does appear. You look for it in everything: any bright light overhead could be a star.

Lifestyle is an terrible, unpleasant put to not have a very finest buddy.

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

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

What happened to goodbye?

but accepting help doesn‟t have to mean giving up control.

He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt.