... Imperfection Would Get Me

Knowing Lissa Missed Me Hurt Almost More Than If She'd Completely Written Me Off. I'd Never Wanted To Hurt Her. Even When I'd Resented Her For Feeling Like She Was Controlling My Life, I'd Never Hated Her. I Loved Her Like A Sister And Couldn't Stand The Thought Of Her Suffering Now On My Behalf. How Had Things Gotten So Screwed Up Between Us?

Different Time, Different Place,” I Said. “things Can Change. People Can Change.

I Had A Standing Arrangement With God: I'd Agree To Believe In Him—barely—so Long As He Let Me Sleep In On Sundays.

"i'm Sure It Is," She Replied. Her Expression Turned Fierce, Making Her Look Far Different From The Scattered Teacher I Knew. "but Listen To Me When I Say This. You Are Exceptional, Talented, And Brilliant Young Woman. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Like You're Less. Do Not Ever Let Anyone Make You Feel Invisible. Do Not Let Anyone - Not Even A Teacher Who Constantly Sends You For Coffee - Push You Around." She Put Her Glasses Back On And Began Randomly Lifting Up Pieces Of Papers. At Last, She Found A Pen And Grinned Triumphantly. "now, Then. What Is Your Brother's Name?"

I'm Like A Fine Wine. I Get Better With Age. The Best Is Yet To Come.