But Mary Elizabeth felt different. She kept saying it was an "articulate" film. So "articulate." And I guess it was. The thing is, I didn't know what it said even if it said it very well.

They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.

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

And things were back to normal except we were just friends.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

I look at the field, and I think about the boy who just made the touchdown. I think that these are the glory days for that boy, and this moment will just be another story someday because all the people who make touchdowns and home runs will become somebody's dad. And when his children look at his yearbook photograph, they will think that their dad was rugged and handsome and looked a lot happier than they are. I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

They are all my favourites. All of them.