The bottom line is, what defines you isn't how many times you crash, but the number of times you get back on the bike. As long as it's one more. you're all good.

Home wasn't a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together.

Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.

You knew the truth all along, Colie. That's all matters. You knew.

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.

When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.

Love is so unpredictable. Sometimes you'll know a man for years and then one day, boom! Suddenly you see him in a different way. And other times, it's that first date, that first moment. That's what makes it so great.