She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.

He's a wallflower." And Bob nodded his head. And the whole room nodded their head. And i started to feel nervous in the Bob way, but Patrick didn't let me get too nervous. He sat down next to me. "You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.