Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

This felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.

Fall in love with someone who truly deserves your heart. Not with someone who plays with it.

A second later, when he looked up at me, we were face to face, and again, even under these circumstances, I was struck by how good looking he was, in that accidental, doesn't-even-know-it kind of way. Which only made it worse. Or better. Or whatever. "Yup", he said, as if there'd been any doubt, "you're in there, all right." "I was warned, too,"I told him, as he stood up. "I just saw that sculpture, and I got distracted." "The sculpture?" He looked at it, then at me. "Oh, right. Because you know it.

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?

Despite our differences, we did have a history. No one understood where I was coming from the way he did.