"I hate saying goodbye," Georgia said defiantly. "It's so final, like reading 'The End' when a book is over. I want to think there's going to be another chapter, another story and a chance to say hello again. I prefer to say, until next time, friends…"

"I don't know what I want."
"Then stay here until you do," he said softly. "I'll wait."
When he wrapped his arms around her, she'd forgotten how good he smelled and she nestled against his chest. Throughout life, their haircuts might change, their skin would grow looser, and there would many more ups and downs, but his heartbeat would always be the same. She felt it thrumming soft and strong against her cheek.

"I used to read under the covers using a torch at night, and I studied the acknowledgments in each book, to see who the writer had thanked. All those names of agents and publishers seemed like a secret society I wanted to sneak into."