In the end, though, maybe it's not how you reach a place that matters. Just that you get there at all.

All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough by to shoulder the rest.

It's always been hard to call myself a writer. I think a part of me still thinks it's too good to be true.

It's hard to do," I said. Wes looked at me. "What is?" I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. "Get it right.

We both know the limits of this relationship. It's understood. And as long as we're both comfortablewith that, nobody gets hurt. It's basic.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

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