In life, Jane reflected, the most interesting things tend to happen when you're on your way to do something else.
It was odd to have something so personal out there in that way, but the good thing about art is that no one necessarily knows what you mean by it anyway.
Each period had required me to be a slightly different person, and that was exhausting. I wondered if school had always felt this way and whether it was like this for everone.
He kissed me, though not in a sexy way. Gentle. Tender.
The casualities seemed to go on and on. Just when I thought I was done losing her, I would find yet another way to love her all over again.
In a way, whoever you know in a certain place defines that place for you.