See for me, it’s immediate. Silence is so freaking loud.' This seemed either deep or deeply oxymoronic. I wasn’t sure which.

But even more so, it reminded me that this was all really happening. Stanford. The end of the summer. The beginning of my real life. It was no longer just creeping up, peeking over the horizon, but instead lingering in plain sight.

Like it takes so little not only to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

I wondered if it was really because he cared about me, or if now I was just another challenge.

And the rest is history,' I said. Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.

Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.