Then I'd crawl back into bed, smelling her all around me, and tell myself that next time, I would lock that window. But I never did.

Now, see," Wes said, nodding at my plate, "this is going to blow your mind." I looked at him. "It's a waffle, not the second coming.

He always did the leaving. But not this time. She kept walking, and did not look back.

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren't. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

You need demarcation." "Demarcation?" I asked. "It means a clear separation between two things," he told me. "A solid end before a clean beginning. No murky borders. Clarity.

Obviously it won't all run smoothly. But it's important to awknowledge that while we may make mistakes, in the long run, we may also learn fromt them.

I don't lie." "You don't lie," I repeated. "That's what I said." "Ever." "Nope." Sure you don't, I thought.