Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

Whether it was a song, a person, or a story, there was a lot you couldn’t know from just an excerpt, a glance, or part of a chorus.

A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.

Stop it. Seriously. This isn't funny.' 'You're right.' A pause. 'It's pathetic.

What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

And the rest is history,' I said. Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.

Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.