Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.

I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

I would always wait to take you home.

That no matter what i did, I would always be missing something else. And the only way to live, the only way to be happy, was to make sure the things I didn't miss meant more to me than the things I missed.

I was horribly bookish, to the point of coming right out and saying it, which I knew was not socially acceptable. I particularly loved the adjective bookish, which I found other people used about as often as ramrod or chum or teetotaler.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.