Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you are otherwise.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

There was only so much space between us, not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches, all the things that told you how far you'd come or had left to go. But it was a big space, if only for me. And as I moved forward to him covering it, he waited there on the other side. It was only the last little bit I has to go, but in the end, I knew it would be all I would truly remember. So as I kissed him, bringing this summer and everything else full circle, I let myself fall, and was not scared of the ground I knew would rise up to meet me.

I think when you're a beginning author with any publishing company, there's only so much they can put behind you.

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.

I've given lots of people chances. But there's only so much faith you can have in people.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.