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.

You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You," I say, and as I watch his smile bloom I finally get how great those three little words are. I finally get what they really mean.

You tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.

The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.

This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.

Too late, too late, juice pouring does not a kind soul make, and I killed you.

The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating