But something, somehow, had made all these paths converge. You couldn't find it on a checklist, or work it into the equation. It just happened.

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

People don't change. If anything, you get more set in your ways as you get older, not less

But for now, I just sat there on the bed and listened to my song. The one that had been written for me by a man who knew me not at all, now sung by the one who knew me best.

Don't be a fool. Don't give up something important to hold onto someone who can't even say they love you.

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.

So finally, I decided that the best response — the safest — was none at all.