After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?

And it was different because I'd already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn't my fault.

You haven’t changed at all. I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.

You still owe me a yellow Porsche.

I had the easiest publishing experience in the entire world. I sent out fifteen courier letters to agents, got five no replies, nine rejections and one I want to see it. A month later I had an agent. Another month later I had a three book deal with Little Brown.

"You are the noblest, purest creature I've ever met. The universe will be a darker place without you," he whispered.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.