Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.

I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.

The past did affect the present and the future, in ways you could see and a million ones you couldn't. Time wasn't a thing you could divide easily; there was no defined middle or beginning or end. I could pretend to leave the past behind, but it would not leave me.

…It’s not just where you go, but how you choose to get there.

Please. She sighed. 'Can't a girl have high standards? I don't want an ordinary boy.

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.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.