She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.
She kept walking. The very small, brave part of her brain knew that this would be her one chance. If she turned around, she would lose it.
There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.
He was the strangest of strangers in that he was also her oldest friend.
It's so much easier to have no expectations than to have big ones.
Exactly! We run or we lose ourselves in something, somebody, anything to try and ease our pain.