And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.