It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

Who knew three dots could make such a difference? Like everything else, a love or a wish or whatever, it was all in the way you read it.

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything—" "It's called a friendship.

Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine.

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.