You surround yourself with your pain or you avoid it and let it find you when you are trying to do other things

She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always both.

She wanted him to notice her so much.

But I know this. We're ready to move forward again in our way. Together or apart, no matter how far apart, we live in one another. We go on together.

Something about giving in without a fight felt wrong.

The distinction has blurred between young adult and adult books. Some of the teen books have become more sophisticated.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.