It's hard to do," I said. Wes looked at me. "What is?" I swallowed, not sure why I'd said this out loud. "Get it right.

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

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.

I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.