But if something was really important, fate made sure it somehow came back to you and gave you another chance.

There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.

When you've never gotten love from someone, you don't know what it might look like if it ever does appear. You look for it in everything: any bright light overhead could be a star.

It was a basic plot in any number of her books: girl strikes out, makes good, finds love, gets revenge. In that order. The making good and striking out part I liked. The rest would just be bonus.

call it crazy, or just chicken salad. But within reason, or without it i was in it too.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.

I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.