After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.

one word could change the whole world

I've always known who I am. I might not work perfectly, or be like them, but that's okay. I know I work in my own way.

But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

I mean, to me, freaking out is different. More of a running away, not telling anyone what's wrong, slowly simmering until you burst kind of thing.

When you can't save yourself or your heart, it helps to be able to save face.

It took a lot of work to be perfect. If you didn’t want to break a sweat, there was no point in even bothering.