Did I think he was “the one?” Iʼll never know. At sixteen, everyone is “the one.

Yeah,Livie?”
“How do you figure out the right way to live your life?” There’s a long pause. So long that I check the screen of my cell phone to see if the call is still connected.
“Trial and error, Livie. That’s the only way that I know of.

Just breathe," my mom would say, "Ten tiny breaths... Seize them. Feel them. Love them.

We are simply two good people with equally flawed pasts, looking for perfect futures. And I think we’ve found it, in each other.

What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.