I just listened to the music, and breathed in the day, and remembered things. Things like walking around the neighborhood and looking at the houses and the lawns and the colorful trees and having that be enough.

Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.

Incidentally, I only have one cavity, and as much as my dentist asks me to, I just can't bring myself to floss.

And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.

It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real.

I remembered this one time that I never told anybody about. The time we were walking. Just the three of us. I was in the middle. I don't remember where we were walking to or where we were walking from. I just remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere

We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough