You can't make any one person your world. The trick is to take what each can give you and build a world from it.

What happened to goodbye?

I hoped this was true. Even if it wasn‟t, all I could do was hand over what I could, with the hope of something in return. But of course, this was easier said than done.

You punched him by accident.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.

The truth about forever is that it is happening right now.