Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

I'll always remember taking your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.

Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can't do.

I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.