The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.

I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.

You've changed," he said. "You're-uh-" "Yes?" "Taller." "I hope so. I was ten the last time you saw me." "And your hair's really dark now-and short," he added.

When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart

You fell in love with me?

I felt mocked. "That's what I get for trusting you." He took a step back. "Excuse me! Trust doesn't mean you get the response you want from someone, but that you'll get an honest response, and that the other person will stick by you even when you can't agree." Stick by you for how long, through how much? I wondered. What is the expiration date on trust?

People fear anyone who differs from what is considered normal, and in a small town the idea of normal can be as narrow as the streets.