I didn't feel like reading that night, so I went downstairs and watched a half-hour long commercial that advertised an exercise machine. They kept flashing a 1-800 number, so I called it. The woman who picked up the other end of the phone was named Michelle. And I told Michelle that I was a kid and did not need an exercise machine, but I hoped she was having a good night. That's when Michelle hung up on me. And I didn't mind a bit.

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

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

Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.

and for the first time in my life I understand the end of that poem. And I never wanted to. You have to believe me.

I guess I'm pretty emotional.

Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.