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

Life is long. Just because you don't get your chance right when you want or expect it doesn't mean it won't come. Fate doesn't punch a time clock or consult a schedule.

This felt right. Not just leaving, but how I was doing it. Without regret, without second guessing. And with Wes right there, holding the door open for me as I walked out into the light.

Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent.

"I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?"

He was the closest thing I'd ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn't count. You were either in, or you weren't.

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.