She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.

I-I don't usually go around throwing rocks at people's windows. Or saying that I've wanted to kiss you since your first day at work, when you wanted to know why we had three codes for fish sandwiches when we only sold one kind.

Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?

Sometimes being me is very confusing.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.