I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

Once you want something, everything changes.

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

Teens find out a lot from other teens.