I could die in this bed with him right now, wrapped in his arms and I would never know that I had died.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

And when someone grows up knowing so little of what real love feels like, whether from family, or friends, or the love of a companion, that person starts to believe that they weren’t meant to be loved, that good things will never happen to them. They start to believe that whenever something good does happen, it’s inevitable that something bad will come along to replace it.

There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

Best friends, no matter what they do or how much they hurt you, it only hurts as much as it does because they are your best friend. And none of us are perfect. Mistakes were made for best friends to forgive; it’s what makes being a best friend official.

I shattered that memory by going back there. Without realizing it until it was too late, I replaced that memory with the emptiness of that day.

My plant is probably dead." Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?" I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.