Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place. But standing there alone on the landing, I thought of Grandma Halley and how she'd held me close against her lap as we watched the sky together. I'd always thought I couldn't remember, but suddenly in that moment, I closed my eyes and saw the comet, finally, brilliant and impossible, stretching above me across the sky.

But it was too early to know: there were always more pages to go, more words to be written, before the story was over.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

but you could also look at it the other way. Like you’re saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.

You just looked..." she said, searching for the word, "taken, you know? Plus you hardly reacted to Wes. I mean, you did alittle, but nothing like most girls. It was a little swoon. Not a sa-woon, you know?" I said, "Sa-woon? Oh, come on," she said shaking her head. "Even a blind girl could tell he is amazing.