The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.
Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.
Its 75 Degrees! In December!
Life is an awful, ugly place to not have a best friend.
I told you, everyone understands a quest.
…You don’t want the best of times to be just one thing, forever. You have to have a lot of bests of times, each one topping the last. You know?