There was no short answer to this; like so much else, it was a long story. But what really makes any story real is knowing someone will hear it. And understand.

I've found in my own life that if my writing isn't going well, not much else will. It is the one constant, the key to everything else.

There was no way to take the story back, folding it neatly into the place I'd kept it all this time. No matter what else happened, from here on out, I would always remember Wes, because with this telling, he'd become part of that story, of my story, too.

As if it didnt matter what was on, but instead how hard i was listening.

You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.

I’d only met him once, at the mall. He was tall, with a big floppy shock of blond hair he was always getting out of his face by jerking his head suddenly to the side, whiplash-style. Rina found this incredibly sexy. It made me nervous. - Caitlin about Jeff

You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.