So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

It's a big deal when you finally get the chance to do the one thing you want to do - need to do - more than anything. It can kind of scare the crap out of you.

Says the girl with no thyme.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

Maybe that's what you got when you stood over your grief, facing it finally. A sense of its depths, its area, the distance across, and the way over or around it, whichever you chose in the end.

Failing sucks. But it's better than the alternative." "Which is?" "Not even trying." Now he did look at me, straight on. "Life's short, you know?

The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.