Time is pulling us apart. With every second that passes, the space between us widens. Today, I saw him yesterday. In a few days, it will have been last week. Then, last month. And there is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us. It is inevitable. – Miles.

Christianity has a distinct, ‘No, you can’t sit with us,’ vibe. When Amy says loving a woman will tarnish her soul, she means it. And when Elise laughs, she’s laughing at the people who don’t have a seat at their table. I.

My folks didn’t name me. I was hours old when they wrote options on a whole bunch of Post-its, covered my body with them and waited for me to name myself. I touched Scott first and they went with that.

One, there was never any mention of this being a gathering. Two, I do not trust anyone who leaves home without a book. It is just not right.” Miles. p. 165.

Usually, he brings his day, I bring mine, and we exchange them.

Growing up, he’d say we spend out lives wrapping rubber bands around people. Some bands are so tight that you can feel them pulling you together. Some are loose and stretch for miles, there’s so much give you hardly notice them. But you’re still connected, and sooner or later... ′ she release the band and it snaps back into her wrist. ‘Ow.’ she breathes in through clenched teeth and rocks forwards. ‘That hurt more than I thought it would.’ – Jacs to Harley.

You don’t know how long you have, do what makes you happy. Live. Love and be remarkable.

This ends now. We’re breaking bread.” The waiter gets to us before Thommo’s had time to peruse.“Do you have bread?”“We have croissants.”Thommo blinks. “We’re breaking croissant.”“One croissant?” the waiter asks.“With three plates.”“They’re very small.” He mimes the croissant’s size.“Then bring small plates,” Thommo says.

How was your afternoon?"“No one died, so it was a big improvement on my morning.

Time is pulling us apart. With every second that passes, the space between us widens. Today, I saw him yesterday. In a few days, it will have been last week. Then, last month. And there is nothing I can do to keep time from wedging more of itself between us. It is inevitable. - Miles