Nothing worth doing is easy," frank said. "Especially not in the beginning. But I'm not about to give up.
In a well-ordered universe...camping would take place indoors.
And she kept following the truck, like we were a very small parade, waving and waving, until Frank took the curve in the road and then she was gone.
Anyone else would have probably stayed put---or at least looked deeply uncomfortable, but Frank seemed like he was taking this in stride, like helping to reunite friends was just a normal thing he did.
Real friends are the ones you can count on no matter what. The ones who go into the forest to find you and bring you home. And real friends never have to tell you that they’re your friends.
When you move as much as I have...you know how it ends. You promise to stay in touch with people, but it doesn't work out. It never does. And you forgot about what the friendship used to be like, why you liked that person. And I hated it. And I just ...
I was speaking without thinking about it first, not hesitating, just saying what I felt first.
She spoke fast, and seemed to be a combination of stressed out and on the verge of cracking up, which was a mixture I wasn't sure I'd ever seen before.
I looked like someone who'd had a night, and had a story to tell about it.
We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language that we'd once been fluent in and were finding again
All the stuff you can’t wait to get away from, until it’s not there anymore, and then you miss it like crazy.
You're the brightest thing in the room," he said. He lifted his hand from my waist, and slowly, carefully brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek. "You shine.
