My experience is that sequels are rarely as good as the originals.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

There was no way to take the story back, folding it neatly into the place I'd kept it all this time. No matter what else happened, from here on out, I would always remember Wes, because with this telling, he'd become part of that story, of my story, too.

I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.

After everything that happened, how could I miss him? But I did, I did.

Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm