I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

here we were again , always saying good-bye

The future was getting here faster than I'd expected.

It seemed a vehicle was well and truly dead once the stereo had melted.

Sometimes the hardest part isn't letting go but rather learning to start over.

My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.