See that’s exactly why I don’t want a dog.” “Why?” “Because it’ll just die.” “Everybody dies, Brooklyn.” Like that makes it okay or something.

Cade motions with a nod to follow him. He’s holding the pole, and I’m the fish on the line. Just how far will he pull me in?

Love is the answer. Not fear.

It’s hard to be happy in the now when you can’t stop worrying about the future. What I want is to trust that everything will work out. To believe with all my heart that I’ll end up where I belong.

If you consistently say thanks, being grateful is easy.

I tell myself it will protect me. He will protect me.

I get it. Sometimes you want to remember. And sometimes you need to forget.

I don’t know if boys are intimidated by her or afraid of her or what, but I know her heart is open and ready for a special guy to walk in.

Another long run, hoping to put distance between me and everything else. The farther, the better. Only problem is, the distance is just temporary, because no matter how far I go, I always have to come back.

One time Mom told me the people you can be quiet with are the ones you are the most comfortable with.