The world is speaking to you every day, you just don't know how to listen.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.

Very quietly, I heard a voice in my ear.It said, in a weird, cheesy, right-out-of-one-of-my-mother's-novels way, "Ah. Wemeet again." I turned my head, just slightly, and right there, practically on top of me, was theguy from the car dealership. He was wearing a red Mountain Fresh Detergent T-shirt - not just fresh: mountain fresh! - it proclaimed, and was smiling at me. "Oh,God," I said. "No, it's Dexter.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.