You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gr… - Jodi Picoult

When you love someone you let them take care of you.

How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

People ask all the time how I'm doing, but the truth is, they don't really want to know.